Being

Stand here on this little hillside long enough,

grasses waving,

breeze breezing,

until you can outgrow the illusion

that you are some thing,

some little object

apart from all the others;

and know you are the part of it that is being you,

and trees are the treeing part of it,

the river is rivering,

the ground grounding,

the birds birding,

each in their own way, 

each as their own birding part of it.

And the clouding and the raining 

and the earthing and the starring

and the personing are all part of one being,

being.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

https://unfoldinglight.net/