With you

Beloved, this day, whatever I have to do— a driveway to shovel free of snow, a desert to cross, a deathbed to attend, a sorrow to bear, a joy to share, papers on a desk— I do it with you, one moment at a time, each step, each tick, each page a moment with you, a petal of your presence, your hand on my hand, your breath in my breath, this my holiness, to be here without the need of certain feelings or outcomes or demands of the moment, but only you in the moment.


__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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