Sit before the ocean and take in
how it reaches out to you over and over.
Notice how the wind moves around you,
making space for you.
The silence of the morning includes you.
The wildflowers in the pasture welcome your looking.
The evening breeze moves in and out of you
with comfortable familiarity.
Strangers in the street carry their wounds and dreams
in heavy plastic bags, not knowing what they’re waiting for.
Beyond the wall are broken hearts with room for you.
The noise of the city is not mindless but pleading.
Hear the world calling to you,
neither an emperor nor a beggar
but a lover, a spouse, calling you to come home,
to complete what longs to be whole.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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