A hawk with no notion of air moves through morning air.
A wind with a thousand names whispers your name.
A river flows among stones, stones who've never heard of rivers.
A wisdom deeper than instinct enters the meadow, the streets.
A bird sits on a branch lightly, watching to see what you will do.
Have you learned to strip naked and swim in the sea?
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net