The mysterium needs no
shrines or temples
save those that nature provides.
It may be met in the shadowy
heights and aisles of a primeval forest,
on the sunlit expanse of virgin prairie,
the dizzy spires and pinnacles of naked rock,
and beyond, in the speckled vault of the star-lit sky.
All who live a lot out of doors
know the magnetic force
that accumulates in solitude
swiftly flees when confronted
by the faceless vagaries of a crowd.