Your
grief for what you've lost holds a mirror
Your grief for what you've lost
holds a mirror
up to where you're bravely working.
up to where you're bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look and
instead,
here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
here's the joyful face you've been wanting 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.
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
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
-Jalal Uddin Rumi
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.
-William Shakespeare


