In our never ending longing for balance in life, I give you this words from the poet Rumi:
"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 bird wings"
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