Feeling the Wings You’ve Grown, Lifting…Rumi
I love this poem full of positivity and blessings. We don’t grow in our comfort zone. Sometimes our greatest blessings are found in our pain. We have all felt it during this time of uncertainty, but can we admit there have been blessings along the way. Keep looking.
Rumi says it so well in this poem, Feeling the Wings …“ But don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation, so everyone will understand the passage,We have opened you.”
How have you grown during this time? What are your blessings? Where are your wings taking you?
Who gets up early
to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?
Who comes to a spring thirsty
and sees the moon reflected in it?
Who, like Jacob blind with grief and age,
smells the shirt of his lost son
and can see again?
Who lets a bucket down and brings up
a flowing prophet?
Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?
Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
and opens a door to the other world.
Soloman cuts open a fish, and there’s a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.
Chase a deer and end up everywhere!
An oyster opens his mouth to swallow one drop.
Now there’s a pearl.
A vagrant wanders empty ruins.
Suddenly he’s wealthy.
But don’t be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.
Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then comes a moment
of feeling the wings you’ve grown,
(Taken from The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks)