I come outside
under a seething spring sky,
vatic clouds proclaiming,
gesturing grandly,
towers of light shapeshifting,
receding,
speaking of a realm within a realm.
The ground glistens.
Earth holds a scriptural silence.
I wake to knowing
the eternal mystery,
constant state:
something has passed.
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Weather report
Mystery,
as a low pressure region
of the warm, moist unknowable
moves through our lives.
Precipitation: heavy to transcendent.
Highs beyond our understanding,
lows beneath our being,
increasing throughout our lifetimes.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
March 20, 2021