When everything changes,
you lose the caravan,
chaos juggles you:
drop your burden,
sit and make a little fire of silence
and despite the rush, wait.
The Stranger comes,
sits with you, stares into the fire,
speaks only after a long time.
You thought of what you fear
and what you want.
You forgot me.
You ran off and had an affair
with your secret lover Anxiety.
I’m still here. Always have been.
Let the chaos be.
Sit here with me.
The lions will come again any minute
but first sit still and let me gaze at you
because I love being with you
even when you look away.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
July 7, 2020