In all my studies of anatomy, philosophy, design and yoga there is the common thread of observing nature's pulsation. This idea of contraction and expansion permeates our surroundings, our bodies, our minds and spirits. When we are able to tab, connect, ride, touch or pulsate with the overarching pulsation of God, then we experience an authentic life that moves us closer to the sweetest experience of life itself. I found this poem by Rumi, which evokes beautifully what all great teachers are trying to cultivate in us.
Birdwings by Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror up to where you’re 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 paralyzed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.