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…

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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