The sky slowly opens its great gentle eye,
leans over the earth to kiss it.
They lie close, face to face,
color like passion between them.
Earth and sky are inside each other,
full of one another’s light.
I sit in morning stillness, bathed.
Inside me you rise, you grow like a child.
All day long now I will not see things,
but only light unfolding.
My face, transfigured, will glow from within;
I will remember and smile.
Each moment this alone will be my eye:
opening to your great, gentle beauty.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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