January 5: Birdwings
A daily poem by Rumi
January 5
Birdwings
by Rumi
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you are bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
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 paralysed.
Your deepest presence
is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.
Meaning/Analysis:
This poem is about what happens when control loosens.
This poem reframes grief as information, not failure.
Rumi suggests that grief doesn’t only point backward to what’s been lost. It also reflects the effort you’re still making. The pain shows you where you care, where you’re engaged, where you’re continuing despite difficulty. The mirror grief lifts is not accusatory. It’s clarifying.
The image of the hand opening and closing is especially practical. We need both. Holding on and letting go. Rest and effort. Feeling and functioning. If we stayed clenched or stayed open, we’d stop moving altogether. Life depends on rhythm, not purity.
Rumi is quietly correcting a common mistake. We often think presence means calm or openness all the time. Instead, he says presence lives in the movement itself. The contracting and expanding. The back-and-forth. Grief and joy are not opposites here. They are coordinated, like wings that only work when they move together.
The poem doesn’t ask you to get past grief. It asks you to notice how grief is already part of how you stay alive and responsive.
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