Standing at the edge with arms
wide open and toes clutching
like claws – I wonder if brave means
or looking down. You
always tell me – never look down.
Bravely we open our eyes
in each of these moments. Slowly
we show up in this breath.
© Ansa Smit, January 2014.
Sit, be still, and listen, because you’re drunk and we’re at the edge of the roof. -Rumi.
To bow to the fact of our life’s sorrows and betrayals is to accept them; and from this deep gesture we discover that all life is workable. As we learn to bow, we discover that the heart holds more freedom and compassion than we could imagine. – Kornfield.