A mind confessing it is unworthy of the least mercy has looked honestly at how little it brought and how much was given, and this is not despair but the first clear sight that all it has was received and none of it earned. The single staff it once carried and the two companies it has become measure a grace that grew while the mind was asleep to its own smallness.
What looks like weakness in a mind that owns it has nothing of its own becomes the doorway through which everything is quietly supplied. The moment it stops claiming to deserve, it is free to receive.
Staff: the one bare support a mind leans on when it has nothing else, the emptiness it crossed over with before grace filled its hands.
Jordan: the boundary a mind passes through between having nothing and being given all, the crossing where lack becomes abundance.
Two bands: the increase a mind wakes to find already granted, the plenty that grew while it thought itself alone and poor.