Woods, about 4:30
You walk among silent trees.Sun slants down,includes you gentlywithout a word.All those thoughts and worries,worth’s calculations and predictionsfiltered out by treesrubbing their hands in the wind,grasses telling stories about rain.Dragonflies dip and sway over the pond.Everything weaves, speaks of belonging.Afternoon light settles around you.You have been given this amazing life.The sun falls patiently.A crow calls “Now! Now!” __________________Steve Garnaas-HolmesUnfolding Lightwww.unfoldinglight.netListen to the audio recording:
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