You know, there is nothing like waking up to a world where The Natural screams supreme. Absolutely nothing! Where the mountains rise steadfast hues of blues with radical rays of sunshine piercing upward from the southeastern horizon. Ah, lo and behold, these are the Chisos, rising up and stretching their arms as if to yawn out the Window and take a deep breath of Dawn's sweet delight. Nothing screams louder!
...And yes,..there was light...while the child stares in awe...
...Ever seen a waterfall of clouds?...
Ever felt water spirit through dry canyon walls?
Ever been to the bottom of the ocean?
Ever thought you'd be one to go?
Ever lived to love it so?
Ever cared for another to know?...
...Have you ever?...
Has it ever......
occurred to you....
...That, you, must be True?
Has it?...
...Has it ever occurred to you?
Perhaps you need to sit down and think about it. You might want to say a prayer or two and do what the heart tells you to. You see the Choice, that is entirely up to you. You can either be an arrogant and stubborn imbecile or you can be True. Like I said, it is all up to you.
Good Morning. eh.
...So as the Sun rose higher and higher, Creosote and Agave began to sip on beads of dew while Jackrabbit hopped through an arroyo. Scaled Quail was perched high upon a hill keeping a wary watch for Old Man Coyote, who had, through much of the night, scattered Quail's humble flock. Up higher are Vultures on the ridge with their wings spread out basking in the morning warmth, anxiously waiting to get about their Scavenger Hunt.
Dawn has passed and the skies are blue, the Clouds unseen, the Wind absent, and for one moment, yes, just one, all the world was reverently silent for the Truth. In that one moment, the Truth had this to say:
You cannot run from yourself. You cannot hide your shame. You cannot chose another to blame. You have only yourself to hold responsible for the things you have chosen. You must bear these things for they have your name on them. You must accept what you have been given and what you have chosen of it. Learn and move onward. Another dawn awaits. Seasons come and go.
The Wind picked up and started to whisper while some clouds were being born, "Ever seen things change?"
I love this Desert.
The best Teacher anyone could EVER have.
Not to interrupt the luscious poetry of your writing but... did you see vultures?!? I ask because I thought I saw one on the drive up to the Pine yesterday, but was scatterbrained and unsure and there was only one and by gawd I've never seen them so early so it just couldn't be... could it? So did you? Is it an early spring? Or was it a mirage of the wind, a lone eagle playing pixie on my mind?
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re: ur entry - glorious and back to the root of the root of the root of all things
some folks may trip on 'em thar roots
others will try to chop away at 'em
but the good folks will marvel at them - their intertwinedness, their resiliency, their business way under yonder in realms we r clueless of, their interconnectedness, their medicinal powers, their secret saving, their beginnings
glad u r at the root of things
ya asked:
Has it ever......
occurred to you....
...That, you, must be True?
indeedy. its a hard truth to absorb and one i often run from but it clings to me - always finds me - lifts me up and shakes me and quakes me and says "its a havta do girl. ya gotta sing it. dont care if u be tired, or lonely, or scared. Truth must be told now get a move on"
oy! but mostly if u look long and hard at that it says - u aint tired - only when u r trying to do me work do u get tired
u aint lonesome - only when u r rejecting who i sent before u r u lonely
u aint scared - only when u F#ck Everything And Run are you scared
u is happy child - i seen that smile. G is good
ah to be still and heye for it
and now for a bit of rumi re: the ground and the sky in which u done sung 'em a mighty praise already: (see i feel i must return truths with truths and presents with presence)
"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet."
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"The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground."
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"Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."
stick close to the mother (earth) folks - its the only way we will be able to jump at da sun
and knows i thank ye again for this good song Jeffrey
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patti
Love that quote above your picture of the desert -- it's hard enough to sum up a sentence to explain what Anarchism is. Mind telling me who EPA is?
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