Beneath

I live near/among a forest of very tall trees (douglas fir, cedar, hemlock) 

where I walk most evenings. Many species of ferns live in the shadows under these trees which in this season are all in the process of slowly unrolling and opening their various shaped fronds, each species with it's own unique gesture. Exquisite gestures of perfect grace performed in absolute stillness. This expression of stillness unfolding, at each point complete.

I share this with them. I too have roots sunk deep into that silent dark life giving loam beneath. In fact what I am is down there unseen. What the world sees as me is just the 'fruiting body' one might say, a gesture. This stillness is mine.