O Loving Mystery, you come to me in voices I had not heard, colors I hadn't noticed, kinds I hadn't treasured.

A conversation with a stranger on the road, an invitation waiting close by in a foreign language, a moment shared across the unbridgeable gulf.

Something deep within touches, this secret companionship, this opening you offer, this island of belonging.

These are not merely charms for my bracelet but you sewing the world together.

______________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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