Hunting—maybe you know what for—
prepared to capture and subdue,

with your bag of longings,
your solemn arrows,

you are only vaguely aware—
yet guarded—

that something in the tall grass,
as if a lion, only more vast,

a great, muscular joy
is making its way toward you.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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