You are doing nothing in particular,
but very much so,
gazing at the trickle in the gutter,
or maybe watching someone
lost in what they’re doing,
a mother nuzzling her baby,
a kid finger painting—
and for a moment the world
bursts from its seed,
everything that is exceeds,
teeming with itself, brimming.
Words fall open like hands
that spill what they can’t hold.
A superabundance of being
overflows the visible.
Divinity throbs, a frequency.
Astonishing as this is
it is not a distant realm,
not the least bit other,
but a hint of the All of you.
God seems to bend low, enfold you,
and whisper, “Yes we are, aren’t we?”
With a few breaths the moment passes
but now you can’t un-know it.
Forever now, what refuses to shine is only
keeping the secret.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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