snippets from teachers
a turning word
a spark to illuminate
the brightness inside
Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.
When a bird gets
free it doesn’t go back for remnants
left on the bottom of the cage!
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
Up to where you’re bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here’s the joyful face you’ve been waiting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
You would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small
Contracting and expanding.
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
Prayer is an egg. Hatch out the helplessness.
Rumi’s Masnavi (III, 2175)
from The Soul of Rumi - transl by Coleman Barks