ALL THE HIDDEN PLACES

All the hidden places remain so
As humans speed by
On their way to destinations
While the sacred is quiet and still,
Breathing aliveness deep in the forest
Penetrating a frenetic reality, an illusion of meaningless racing
Hardened doing is softened by secrets, whispers on the forest floor
Realities of nature
Profound, unceasing reality
Elemental wake-up calls
Hard only to hear in the myth of busyness
In the forest there is a heart that can be felt
With gentle fierceness, these still points penetrate the numbness of mindless doing
Humanity with tentacles of goodness join plant, animal and stone
The waters of reality once frozen descend into fluid
Moisture warmed into melted movement from the sun's rays
And wind and gravity
Flowing from stillness into cascades of strength
Branching into under earth pools and rivers
Deep joining with streams emerging from within
As seasons evaporate and recreate varying amounts and depths
Rivers that feed the world and its beings, without bias
As trees sprout from nut to sentinels all along the landscape
Across every continent that has ever been
Small narrow contractions of fear are embraced
By roots of primordial wisdom
Held still
Centers of human goodness and deep joining
Unseen by machines rushing by
Until the machine breaks down just in time
For the humans to have their minds and their hearts
Cracked open wide
For new stories and possibilities to be planted
Earth is full of secrets to be shared
Hidden places of the true nature, the long story
The potential ever present to flourish, and regain trust in the nature of things
Hidden places can and must be found
By a curious and joyful mind