The universe is present in a footstep
on the soft leaf cover
of the ground.
And with the next still muffled step,
endlessness nestles quietly
in some secret expanse
in that space
I call my heart,
spreading with no bounds
in the darkness there.
In that exquisite hush.
A darkness that when truly sensed
Is yet the most intense of light.
Light before it becomes light
Light without source
Light that is filled with only light.
Where all the stars and planets whirl
In their silent
and majestic flight.
There, in just that moment
of the certain placement of a foot
on the yielding forest floor.
