The sun rose gently today,
I am thankful for that.
Giving my eyes time to adjust;
Delicate light
Touches stone
And cactus.
Life around me
Stretches and yawns at once.
The birds join in
As they announce the arrival of day once again,
Happily
In synch with the natural rhythms of life.
The sun has peaked the horizon
And now burns my eyes.
For this I am grateful as well,
To set myself free of yesterdays burdens
And confusion
With breath and light,
For this is the world
Right in front of me.
Your heart and mind are not made of stone.
If you think you are always right,
You are wrong.
I often think i am done
Whether sun
Or shadow fall on my face.
Even when a smile curves my lips
A battle may rage
Within;
This at any time.
I walk upon stone,
I walk upon dirt
Both hurt
When the weight is heavy.
Though i stand tall,
A smile curves my lips.
Each breath a blessing
As i fill my lungs with air,
As I stretch up to the sky with all my might
The weight gets lighter,
My feet less tender.
I look at my heart.
It has no boundaries
Nor my mind in fact.
Every cell,
Every atom
At peace if I allow it to be.
And so it flows through me,
And so I am.
I kneel to
Feel this;
Raw earth.
My tears
Of gratitude fall
For the wilderness has
At no time failed to
Save
Me
From myself.
In her stone and softness,
Her life and decay.
Always replenishing.
Forever
Sharing
All that she has to give.
I have lived many lives in the wilderness.
On the velvet forest floor
I lie.
My eyes lift to the heavens
As she soothes my soul
And i know this;
All
Is now as it ever has been and will be;
As it should be.
Walking the old river bed,
How often has the course changed?
How often the boulders
Worn to rocks
Worn to pebbles
Worn to dust?
The river carries them on,
Shape shifting.
How often the roots of mighty trees exposed,
How often
They held on until
Nothing left for them to grasp,
They succumb to the way
And float on?
How often no man stands to witness the
Sound
Of the fall?
All
Become one
With the river
Eventually
Returning
To the sea.
Old riverbeds remain and regrow from tiny
Seed to become mighty trees
They return
In time forgetting the river.
Not long ago I got lost in an Italian town.
(Honestly I have been lost more than once this lifetime)
Looming stone walls.
Narrow walk ways.
Monks conversing
And
Children playing ball
On the cobblestone.
My heart began thumping
And my mind was a whirl.
I paused to retrieve my map
And realized
I left it with my bicycle.
My phone was dead.
(of course I remembered all of my camera gear
but I did forget to eat)
So caught up in the
Minute details;
My own world as i wondered and
wandered
That
I lost time;
I lost my way.
I then looked to the sky and caught my breath.
What a beautiful place to be lost and well.
I continued on my way then.
Wandering in no hurry
Until
I found myself back with my bike.
Behind these walls
There is a sadness beyond words.
There are screams no one hears.
There is a sickness without a
Cure.
Outside these walls
There are smiles etched in stone.
There are thousands of people where one still feels
Alone.
Somewhere in the middle,
The answers lie.
Somewhere in the middle,
There is you and I.
Chole Into Diamonds 