Let me be like this tree,
open faced to the gallery of sky,
to the many-fingered wind,
to the creatures who take advantage of it.
Its roots deepen their belonging in the dark mystery,
persevering, insistent without insisting.
Let me be like this river,
receiving and letting go,
flowing with all it’s given,
happily generous.
Let me be like this rock,
mountain-born, glacier-borne,
that one day will be sea sand,
but now stands, solid,
a thing of simple beauty.
Let my joy and my calling be that.
Let me be like this day,
open and ready
for what is next.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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