All that is to come

The bark cracks and the leaves crisp 
as I walk on the trail through this uninhabited place
the air breaks as the sun warms my face 
as I stroll through the trees
canopied with light

The morning wakes and the night sleeps
the people stir, slowly at first
small changes evolve into large movements
the rising of the body

the wakening of the mind

The sacred space pulses our spirits
with reverence, wonder, and awe
who has stepped here before?

what is the story?
can it share its memory?

Through the rhythm of the breeze
the growth of the green
the rock in the ground
this is how I know

I know that what is here is special
a treasure, a gift
a never-ending hymn
singing the words of its hearts through the landscape

The cracking of the bark, 

the crisp of the leaves
the mystery of yesterday
the promise of tomorrow

All that is now, all that was, and all that is to come

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