Among the great, tall trees

Among the great, tall trees there lies a trail
     burning with purpose and the fire of the natural.

Among the cascades of water coming down the grey stones
    there are tiny fish darting from one frothy side to another.

Among the bending reeds of the meadow
     spiders cast their ornate and intricate webs.

Among the Small, the seemingly Unimportant
    there is the truth of life, the sound of largess and strenth,
contrary to what is visible.

For there lies the secret.
There lies the whispers we listen to
    when all the curtains of our solid lives open and leave us
gasping for breath.

Among our needs, our desires, our wishes
  for what is and what will come and what we will DO
lies the quiet moment when we just ARE.

H.L.