Every particle, every atom of light, and shade,
Every trembling leaf and blade of grass,
Dew glistening as it slides down its razor edge.
Every rising star and setting moon,
Every bird wing flashing gold in flight,
Sudden, startled, swift, falling, climbing,
High into still morning sunlight and shadow,
Every worm that makes its way, blind, beneath our feet,
Blind in all but life,
Pulsing through its body,
Every spade that rips-open the earth,
Breaking fragile bodies, unseen, tilling the soil,
Every great gleaming structure thrusting skyward
From our bursting cities sky-scraped canyons,
Clawing at light, and shadow.
Every “new” discovery of science, or distant galaxies
Spinning endlessly in the farthest reaches of space,
All,
All,
All is One.
And peace, peace, peace-upon-peace descends quietly on those who know this…
Tracks in a Pathless Land 