Dunes shifting below
Purple mountain majesties
Illuminated
Purple mountain majesties
Illuminated
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Sunrise serenade
In the morning
I find the magical spot
A small butte
At the crest of a high plateau
I find the magical spot
A small butte
At the crest of a high plateau
From there
Three hundred
And sixty degrees
Of Canyonlands
On time as a healer of precious love
When I look back at that breakup
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again
Like paper
Cutting flesh
Point Reyes Centering
To find the center
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be
I like the ocean best
A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore
Yellow Sky at Night
The sun goes down while
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow
How does the physics do that?
Red tide of fire
Red tide of fire
Flash floods every morning
With the sun’s first rays
Tnorala Dreaming
In the time of world-dawn
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens
The flood
They come trickling in
By ones
By twos
By threes
By fives
By ones
By twos
By threes
By fives
For him
Like a rising tide
They come
In ripples
In the ebony hills, an ivory city.
This is no tourist destination. It is a small, busy, virile town of subtle charm like so many other small, busy, virile towns. You will never discover the charms if you arrive on the train and depart on the next bus.
The Dragon is China
“The Dragon is China,” she told me.
I nodded an assent, then shook my head… paused. “What does that mean?”
She told me. I must still not have understood, because I’ve forgotten. Only the phrase is left. I couldn’t focus, and the image in my mind drifted away.
Like this photo of a dragon-handled brazier at Kong Miao, the Confucius Temple in Beijing. Ever so slightly, focussed too deep. And like a photograph, there is no way, hard as I’ve tried, to bring China fully into focus.
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