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.

         we are this life.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

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