Birdwings Songtext
von Amanda Tosoff

Your grief
for what you′ve lost
lifts a mirror
up to where you are 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.
Your hand opens and closes
and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
You'd be paralysed.

Your deepest presence is in every small
contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.

Your deepest presence is in every small
contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.
as birdwings.
as birdwings.