A great ocean moves inside me.
The world swings wide her windows,
looks out,
and waits.
The streets come crawling on all fours
like beggars, like beasts.
The world opens its mouth….
I have been given much.
It can only be received, not taken.
Before what is expected of me, the stillness.
A great ocean moves inside me.
Open the door.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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