The Habit of Wings single work   poetry   "Every season is more than itself alone;"
Issue Details: First known date: 2016 2016
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Notes

  • Epigraph:

    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.

    —Rumi

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