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Beneath the bark, beneath the dirt, under the old moss-covered rock. You have to know when to look, how to look. You won't see it if you don't believe.

It is in the shimmer of light on rippling water. It is in the birdsong that surrounds you.

It is a glow. A soft light. An invitation. It is something you don't understand. Some Stonehenge thing.

It is known by many names. Some call it nature. Some call it God. Like I said, some people just can't see it no matter how hard they try.

There is magic in it, mystery, but there is no pot of gold waiting. There are no wishes to be granted. There is nothing it can do for you, and there is nothing you can do for it. You can appreciate it. That is something you can do, but few people take advantage.

Look at the history books. See the death masks and mandalas. Wonder at the patterns of the universe, sure. But don't try to catch it. 

It will evade you.

Animals know about it, too. They might understand it more than we do.

They know that it is not something to wrangle...there is no profit in it.

It just is.