Sacred Places of Earth




Pilgrims feel vibrations flow at
Sacred places of Earth.
Far beyond human habitat
Are vistas of rebirth.

Down canyon walls
Drop waterfalls,
Sparkling like a jewel.

On mountain high,
Where eagles fly,
Souls can find renewal

Himalayas
Inspire us,
But dangerously cruel.

If you embrace
Their ancient face,
You might become the fool.

The flowers grow in row on row
In colors, in the wild.
While autumn leaves put on a show,
Delighting any child.

Waves of grain
And sugar cane,
Harvested and planted.

The ocean shores
And valley floors,
Taken much for granted.

And we may be
Found up a tree,
If Nature recanted.

Without the tools,
We are the fools
Who just raved and ranted.

We view in awe Grand Canyon's maw,
Vastness of the ocean,
To marvel at the sights we saw
- Creation in motion.

We long to know
The undertow,
Of the ultimate plan.

We pick and choose,
We search for news
Discover what we can.

If we reveal
The sacred seal,
Will it unite the clan?

It's in the air,
To find it there,
Since primal time began.

Knowledge revealed in layered stone,
Alive in colored canyon,
While science sifts through ancient bone
Sorting fact from fiction

The oceans flow.
Sequoias grow,
In forests full of life.

The lessons told
Grow weary old.
The point, a sharpened knife.

As we believe
That we can leave
The imprints of our strife

Without much harm
To Nature's charm
Such delusions run rife

Pilgrims feel vibrations flow at
Sacred places of Earth.
Far beyond human habitat
Are vistas of rebirth.