You are the artist,
your wise fingers working my clay
into a vessel, simple and perfect.
I surrender to your touch,
the pressure of your hands,
the guiding of your eye,
and I am at peace.
You fill me with exquisite wine,
grown in beauty, crushed in pain,
given in deepest generosity.
I open myself to your grace,
your presence filling me,
your beauty to my brim,
and I am at peace.
You are the thirsty gourmet
connoisseur of souls,
whose thirst is life.
I let you raise me to your lips,
your lips hidden in this world,
and you empty me, eyes closed,
and I am at peace.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net