The tree pulls
at the earth,
hauling it up
into the sky.
It never quite
arrives, but can’t
stay down either.

I may be
dirt, God, but
you keep on
tugging at me
and I don’t
mean to but
I keep flowing
joyfully without fail
upward and upward.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

November 7, 2019

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