A new poem from blog member Mike Daniel

A Hidden Life

In every land
In every person
There is a still place
Of quiet knowing
Where our machines
Have not yet come
Imagine-a valley, a dale
Alive
Plants, animals, insects
Are
Humbly living together
In harmony
Sunset, death day
Dust motes float
Lazily spinning
Flashing light, now dark
Waiting in still air
Dusk's veil spreads
Slowly, silently
Can you see it?
Feel it?
Ahead of the dark tide
Subtle light flickers
Moving from leaf to leaf
Tree to tree
Light dances, plays
In her wave
Gliding, enlivening, beauty
Caressing delicate
Life
Wind out for an
Evening ramble
Weaves with light
Desiring together
Crossing dark mirror loche
All woven
Sparkling, faceted interconnection
Wind whispers to light
Enough?
Surprising wind
Light dives down
Deep, timeless waiting
Otherness arises
Bubbles
Oh, delightful
Wind sighs