I am this meadow

                   

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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