It is often hard
to see through the thicket
that blankets the canyon floor.
Yet, flowing just beneath the surface
is the source of life.
The shimmering leaves of the Oak Tree
dance with the wind and light.
The roots of the Alligator Juniper tap down,
way below the surface.
And, you tremble
at what is being asked.
Although, your view is blocked
desiring vast and panoramic landscapes.
Your longing pulls you back and down
to the source of everything.
Inviting you to step foolishly
into the hollow tree
that stands just beyond the edge
where light becomes darkness,
and the darkness becomes light.
