Depths

This
is where the majesty is.
In the mystical mysterious mist
In the shroud of silence
In the lush jungle, the ancient
energies washing and drifting through
layers of cloud forest
These hundred-ringed trees, these
stones of moss and granite
in their natural form
Unmarred by the hands of man
These vast caverns, their
simultaneously beckoning and forbidding
depths
Depths
that could
swallow
Depths
that could
conceal
Depths
that hold
secrets millennia old.

These majestic mountains
Sweeping valleys
Shrill echoing scream of Grandfather Condor
Whip of wayra
on smarting skin
Stripped clean
on a deeper level, to the chilly bone
There is nowhere to hide
Here, in the lap of truth
Here, in the den of secrets
Here, the depths
in which Spirit resides.