Garden

Inside the world’s noise,
beneath its tangled silence,
a solitude unfolds. Be still.

Unreachable by the fearful future,
hidden in the city of this moment,
come to the garden.

Here in this place of no one else
kneel on the soft ground
with the one who is with you,

who though haunted, though hunted,
was here before you and will abide
and hold your place forever,

who, though you mean to stay and pray,
but fail and sleep instead,
still is earnestly praying for you.

Here, though troubles await,
there is one who listens.
There is peace. Listen:

the Beloved, breathing in you.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

April 6, 2020

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