I rush efficiently through the airport of life,
my tickets in hand, my bags secure.
     I am not where I am,
     but far from where I am going.

But life is not an airport.

In quiet moments here with you
     I sit still, not meaning to be elsewhere.
I do not need a suitcase, stuffed;
     I have everything I need.
I do not need identification;
     I am who you know me to be.
I do not need to know my destination;
     it is me; it is you.
I am not in a hurry.
     I am here.
I do not need to go;
     I am where I belong.
I am in you.
     I will stay here as long as I choose.
     Thank you for being here with me.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

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