The Wetlands

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This is where the marching army

always standing still

halts in line

facing water, air and light

joining to a sacred place.

This where the crooked pine

enters all alone

closing in on reeds and moss

to reach the waters edge.

In the wetlands and the moors

silent elk and fox

watch their step

turning watchful at the edge

ready to slip back into the shadows

of this mystery.

This is where the mist is born at night

to drift through creeks

towards the sea

as the great sun lets dragonflies

begin their magic dance

of high and low

shimmering like silver in the light.

How could I know

on a searching sunny day.

I would find this.

The heart of the forest itself.

I traversed the vastness of the Void alone, leaving behind me reason

and sense, Then came upon the secret of the Self; And, all on a

sudden, unexpectedly, In mud the lotus bloomed for me.*

*Lalla

Alan

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