Holy Peace (Poem by Danna Faulds)
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Entrance to the Quarry in Early Fall (pastel) by Polly Castor Settle in the here and now. Feel relief flood into every Nothing to run from or run by Danna Faulds
Holy Peace
Reach down into the center
where the world is not spinning
and drink this holy peace.
cell. Nothing to do. Nothing
to be but what you are already.
Nothing to receive but what
flows effortlessly from the
mystery into form.
toward. Just this breath,
awareness knowing itself as
embodiment. Just this breath,
awareness waking up to truth.
Braided Branches on Long Lake (pastel) by Polly Castor
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