Beloved, you open your door to me
and I come in.

You do not compel but invite me
as with the smell of a flowering tree

into this silence where silence can be heard,
a darkness where stars can shine,

where what you have been saying into me
can be said out of me

where I can be born again
back into my bright, breathing life.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

July 1, 2021

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