They live in the roots of the twisted juniper trees and
The creases in the rock formation.
They reside so heavily in the cavernous pit of emptiness that separates you and I.
Those blessings sing gently in the wind that helps the Condors to fly high.
Hear them in the heaviness of the dark, in the softness of the deer's foot prints.
Breathe in those blessings when you are at the bottom of the mountain, as you gaze up in awe.
Sing those blessings out, once you reach the top of the mountain, as you look out in awe.
Take a deep breath in and be silent.
Do you hear those blessings flowing through you?
They live in it all! Open yourself up to that place where they can flow in and out as if they are welcomed guests in an open courtyard.
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