remember the good, remember to integrate

[batmoon]

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
up to where you've been bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here's the joyful face you've been longing 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 contraction and expansion,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as bird wings.

--Rumi
(translated by Coleman Barks)