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From red desert cliffs
25 Thursday Jun 2015
From red desert cliffs,
broad-winged raven swoops
above juniper and stone.
Along dusty trail, over hot concrete,
striped lizards dash,
quick and anxious.
Fears, doubts, insecurities,
they cross-hatch your path just the same.
Step aside.
Raven will drop in and
snatch them with open black beak,
if you remember
to allow him his full scavenging flight.
Light & Land
21 Monday Apr 2014
All we’re searching for, all we’re ever really seeking, is union with Self and Spirit. That’s the journey. The rest is the splendor of the living path of discovery. Embracing it all is the delight. And it begins with ourselves.
Visible
18 Tuesday Mar 2014
When duct tape,
won’t hold
anymore,
And the damage finally becomes
visible,
undeniable..
Hawk walking in broken glass..
And the first step in repair
is as obvious as tomorrow-
Questions loom–
Handing out diamonds
as if they were glass.
Unseen chains,
the unexplained weight cutting
wrists,
and this, somehow, accepted
since first inhalation.
No more.
Time to trade self
for Self,,
-that clear water satisfies not only
thirst
but inspires life
by simply
Being.
In wait.
17 Monday Mar 2014
We piece ourselves together,
Light and dust,
Parable and shrug..
When the birth of day
delivers orange
into the arms of a waiting
fir,
I admit my breath catches
and wonder nips my heels.
At least I see it,
Can feel and
Taste it,
but these recent moments carry
concern
for meaning.
The twists come, the slopes lift,
I’ve got the heart for it,
but the momentum dropped
off
somewhere
and I’m skipping, strangely,
along the surface of an exquisite outer
while
the inner chews in mid air,,
What am I doing?
Then, I must rise, and
gather the orange by the lake
exactly as the fir,
sitting silently in wait-
Mindful navigators of the unknown…
10 Monday Mar 2014
We’re all tourists. Going anywhere for pleasure makes us so. Step back and see we’re all transitory- few of us live where our ancestors began. Take that back far enough and all of us came from the same place. Literally. Or metaphorically. We are transitory beyond existence itself. We are visitors in these bodies. And, hopefully, we visit new spaces for the joy of it both within and without. May we all be tourists, becoming mindful navigators of the unknown…
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 