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.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net