sacred places

know them by absence-spirals of seashells,circles and riverflow
bend in the rock where you get off the path
and find the track invisible.Getting lost helps.
That is the purpose of deserts and distance.City cages
cede to seasedges.Sit on a beach for the waves reassurance
Slip away like a snake in a rainforest.Alone is easier
To retrieve original silences(and lost ones)
To forget time(apart from pulse/and heartbeat)
To remember who and why you are(in connection
with others and with consciousness and choice means
every path is sacred,every choice is yours.Before and after,
we will be forgotten.Who counts waves?Moons?Stars?
Who witnesses what is most important?Meaning waits
even if we rush fast past.Inside every leaf,a new forest.
In each drop,oceans.One is all in miniature.Maps hide mysteries
lest crowds demand miracles made for moments.Like this one
When you make a sacred space for breath.Time slows.
Death waits.Life pulsates through each opened cell.
There is a quality innate .Found,not made.Like a rock pool
where life in tides ,waves...Where water knows.We visit,but must go
What is most sacred might be best met in silence
Seeking with attunement and respect-via riversedge/in deserts
in the speech of rocks and stones and stars long past
Most of all..in silences...(like this one...