The promontory throws itself at the sea,
crashing into the water,
reaching and falling back, over and over.
The trees pull down the rays of the sun
with roots of yearning.
The water in the river rests
as the land rushes by, changing.
The earth moves beneath the migrating bird,
patiently progressing farther and farther
till the island is right under the bird.
The air steals into you and slips out again.
Prayers come to you, fall on you like rain.
Sometimes they sink in.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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