"Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you’d be paralyzed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as bird wings." -Rumi
Íss er árbörkr
ok unnar þak
ok feigra manna fár.
glacies jöfurr.
Ice is bark of rivers
and roof of the wave
and destruction of the doomed.