Evening light, its hands all over a tree trunk.
A little child, earnest, on the stairs, ascending.
An old woman who has lost much, smiling.
The sudden quiet knowledge, standing on a hillside,
that you are alive, breathing, and meant to be.
Sometimes it takes a great beauty
and sometimes a plain, simple one
to make you forget the life you were supposed to live,
forget your doubts and disappointments,
mindless but of this moment,
and, without need of explanation,
a gentle, rising joy and gratitude.
Forget everything, the Beloved says.
Here we are.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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