Morning walk,
in my head more than the woods,
troubling about my old knees,
this chilly day, self-doubts, chores.
Standing by the brook, brooding.
An oak tree lets go an acorn.
Ploop.
Here. This. Just this.
This moment is enough.
I am enough.
Attend.
This body, this day, given.
My doubts, my worries, unreal.
All of that is elsewhere.
But right here:
Ploop.
I am beloved,
life, the huge of it, magnificent,
and I a member, here,
right ploop here.
Keep listening
for the call.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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