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.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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