In the frantic movements of fractured space
and unforgiving time,
there are still secret places lost to all
when our world was still young enough
to challenge fear with calm certainty
of intimacy we once shared with everything
when innocence held sway,
and savagery was a natural force of simple beauty,
unstained before a frowning unforgiving god gave us
the slow profanity of sin to stain the sacred light
that reached us from the garden,
where the first of us came into precious life
uncursed by sordid thoughts of right and wrong,
and evil cast no whispers of polluting doubt
into the oceans of our endless joy.

Yet still through war and horror,
the rape of land and sea and broken bodies
of innocents destroyed by lust and power,
the secret places still exist,
in an emptiness of breathless waiting filled only
by those of us who slip through
their hidden doors of joyousness
beyond the understanding of mere physicality
where the energies of sacredness still reign
for those of us who listen in the stillness
of our release from greed and malice,
and find grace in the midst of fury made manifest
by the warped sightless-ness of those
too full of grasping avarice to understand.

Soon it will be over, the sickness snuffed out
in sudden furies of raging annihilation,
holocausts of violent end rising as a flood of writhing agony
to rid the groaning world of all the evils
humanity has let prevail over all that it consumes
with slow tortures of greed and mindless profit,
and as the endless corpses rot in sudden silent peace
those few who live beyond the slaughter
will come to know the secret places once again
as forests fill once more the mindless ruin of denuded earth
and oceans slowly return to clarity
as empty cities sink beneath new waves of wilderness
uncaring of the multitudes now dead
and gratefully forgotten.

For in that time after all the evils of
our stupidity are burned away
the sacred Earth will heal,
the secret places will slip
from fractured space and unforgiving time,
and be secret places no more.