I looked at the tree blossoming in spring
and said, “Who are you?”
And she said, “I am God, of course, becoming beautiful.”
And I beheld her.
I looked at the sea and said, “Who are you?”
and the same voice said, “It is I, flowing within you.”
And I opened myself.
I listened to the silence and said, “Who are you?”
and she said, “I am holding you.”
And I listened more.
I looked at my troubles and said, “Who are you?”
and I heard: “I am your own broken heart.”
And I wept with gratitude.
I looked at the suffering of the world
and I asked, “Who are you?”
and she said, “I am in labor pains.”
And I moved closer.
I looked at the unknown and said, “Who are you?”
and the silence said, “I am Becoming,”
and I stepped into the darkness.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
June 16, 2020