I am this morning meadow into which you pour yourself.
I am the still air in which you rise, a mountain, huge.
I am this city street which you walk, a crowd with your stories, your nations.
I am this bird and you are flight, and song.
I am the ocean and you are my water.
I am the desert and you are my stillness.
I am this heart and you are my beating.
You are this day into which you pour me, breath by breath.
Together, we are this life.
. . __________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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