Rocks, roots & tree stumps,
mushrooms, green moss,
a clutch of ferns.
Bands of light and shadow
through the forest, a fallen tree,
one end in bright sunlight.
A single leaf spiralling downward
needles of pine, cedar & fir
scattered.
And leaves – all colours,
among stones, gravel
and dark mud.
The feel of wind, how
it sounds in the trees,
a bird’s song.
A stream – water running
fast and slow
over rounded stones.
Where is the many
where is the one.
Letters from The Enlightenment Zone 