life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

maybe the truth…

 Maybe when you open the sacred book

the little bits of truth come flying out

like birds and if you’re lucky

one of them lands in the tree of you.

It doesn’t have much to do with 

penetrating the world with your wisdom,

just being there waiting.
Maybe when you open the book 

they all hold very very still

like frogs in the pond 

and you have to be as still as they

to see one of them move.

They are not hiding, just waiting.
Maybe you are the book

and none of the birds in you are caged

and none of them ever fly away.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

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