A Quality of Time

As a place becomes known, people start
to flock there. Some come in a sacred manner.
Others are boisterous and unconscious, as if they feared
the knowledge of themselves which the place invites.

When you come to a place honor its rhythm and its voice.
We think that our small talk has some importance, but
All our noise is like a twig breaking in a redwood forest.
A tree breathes once a year.
A great rock’s heart beats in mellenia.

The land has a quality of time which steadies us.

–Frederick Lerhman, The Sacred Landscape

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