right there in front of my face

i was cleaning my studio out a bit.
i bent down to pick up a piece of cardboard to put in the recycling pile.
on the back of the cardboard i found a poem.
i apparently printed it out and taped it there.

i stopped and read it.

oh wow.
it totally stopped me in my tracks.

i had no clue who wrote it or where it came from.

i googled it.

of course.

rumi.

it was only this part of the poem –

………..

Oh friend!
There is treasure in your heart,
it is heavy with child.

Listen.
All the awakened ones,
like trusted midwives are saying,
‘welcome this pain.’

It opens the dark passage of Grace.
………..

i don’t remember when i printed it out or what was going on….
but here it was again – in front of my face….
and it made my world stop.

turns out this is the whole poem –

Every midwife knows
that not until a mother’s womb
softens from the pain of labour
will a way unfold
and the infant find that opening to be born.

Oh friend!
There is treasure in your heart,
it is heavy with child.

Listen.
All the awakened ones,
like trusted midwives are saying,
‘welcome this pain.’

It opens the dark passage of Grace.

~ Rumi

i just couldn’t think of a better thing to share today than this.
take it into your weekend with you and hold it close…

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