The river calmly lends itself
to the the sea.
Earth lends itself to me,
a little slowly eroding hill
of nerves and tissues,
a potter’s work finished but not fired,
an earthling, luminous as the dragonfly.
Then I return the gift.
So you, Beloved,
lend yourself to me…
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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