all this magnificence hiding ‘neath petaled moment,
humming ancient stories for relentless sight.
a quiet beacon
making moonlight under cover.
hallowed holdings and fervent feltness
calling the wanderer home,
to the earth unfolding.
here there is no confusion,
only profusion of feast,
the love of being, of moment, now
somehow flashing eternity for our transient days,
the fleeting song of life.