“Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.”
― Rumi, Essential Rumi
Thursday, March 25, 2010
I only have time for poems...
The caw in the naked crook fears black screaming the chill of the wind scars my naked breast