Geese process up the aisle of the sky
as if sent.
All these flagrant leaves shine
as if they’re worth something.
Trees fling them
as if they’re doing the right thing.
I walk among them, breathing,
as if caught up in something
in the upper levels of heaven
unknown to me
but unfolding before my eyes.
Walk, they say,
as if you are aflame with beauty.
Live, they say,
as if you are holy.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
October 21, 2019