Holy One,
you are the gentle water
that wears down the mountain of me.
You are the soft root hair
that splits the rock of me.
You are the worm
that digests me.
You are the mycelum
that weaves my soil.
You are the silence
that utters me.
You are the Oneness
to whom I belong.
With all of my being
I belong myself to you.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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