The slightest bit of darkness

The slightest bit of darkness

and the crickets chirp

the owl hoots

the air cools

It is not dark yet

but soon darkness comes

I wonder how easy the animals sleep

Do they stir at every sound?

Do there thoughts race like mine?

Or do they sleep peacefully

in acceptance, faith - a grounded reality.

I believe they sleep in utter knowing,

Transcendence.

I feel it too, often, when I am out there

with them.

An embodied and glorious acceptance.

Nature is beautiful

and strange.

As some animals sleep,

Others become more alive.

Seeing much clearer at night

In the low light and darkness.

They are our teachers.

To be in the presence of something wild

is a chance to listen

and speak

in the language of all things.