
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 as birdwings.
~Rumi
the ancient ways are not about seeking, but about revealing….
inquiry for today~ sweeten a long winter’s night by revealing what is veiled……
That all our knowledge begins with experience
there can be no doubt.
~Immanuel Kant