Thirteenth century poet Jelaluddin Rumi once wrote that our deepest life experience is manifested through the subtlest of ways.
Just as the contraction and expansion between suffering and peace – like “two beautifully balanced and coordinated bird wings.”
There is an unmistakable peace within this space; and illumination of self to spirit never previously known. It is an extension of our divine grace, realized in those fleeting moments of finally letting go.
Though, we may often feel overwhelmed by our emotions – the cursing, the crying, the ‘wondering why.’ We mustn’t forget the inescapable truth of this moment. That is to say, that even within this space there exists the capacity to spread our wings and take flight.
Try as we might to deny.
“Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes,” he writes. “If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.”
Oh, but haven’t we all felt paralyzed, at times? We’re so hesitant to experience this pain of knowing, that we hold tight to the uncertainty instead. We never consider the much broader context, that in holding on we are never truly free.
To experience freedom, we must abandon this antiquated way of thinking; that a good practice can only manifest in those times of ‘smooth and calm.’
When in fact, our practice contains so much more than that. It’s neither the suffering nor the peace, my loves – it’s that delicate space in between, wherein the truth of our own heart is formed.
And our beautiful soul may finally find its wings.
In peace…
Namaste
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