Monolithic sphinxes
Bask in sunset rays
While I bask in the presence
Of geological time
Bask in sunset rays
While I bask in the presence
Of geological time
Feeling
very small
and finite
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The Road Forward
Sometimes I see
Somewhere ahead
A place
I’d like to be
Somewhere ahead
A place
I’d like to be
With twists and turns
I’m never sure
Just where
The road takes me
The Moon Comes Calling
Late afternoon
On a cold, crisp Colorado day
The moon comes calling
Wrapped in azure sky
On a cold, crisp Colorado day
The moon comes calling
Wrapped in azure sky
Expressing the divine within
The works of women and men
Are seldom so exquisitely beautiful
As when they are motivated by passion
For something greater than themselves
Are seldom so exquisitely beautiful
As when they are motivated by passion
For something greater than themselves
Whether that passion be God
Or Gaia
An ideal
Or a cause
Beauty
Or love
Tak on the Andaman Sea
There are some combinations of people, places and experiences permanently etched in my aging memory. For example, the ever-smiling, ever-present, energetic Tak, who I met at a Krabi, Thailand resort. He was an every-thing employee. Concierge, server, maintenance, bell-boy. There seemed hardly an event, a meal, a moment at the collection of bungalows which did not involve his presence.
Highway Explorations
There is little more delightful to roadtrippers
Than a lightly used highway
Which does the exploring for us
Than a lightly used highway
Which does the exploring for us
Doorways
When I see the light
Right there, before me
I try to remember
Right there, before me
I try to remember
I may have to step
Through many doorways
To find its source
Main Street
Arriving in Kashgar
Was like landing
On an alien planet
A stranger in a strange land
Was like landing
On an alien planet
A stranger in a strange land
Sights, sounds, smells
Unlike anywhere else
In a country
Unlike anywhere else
Sink 1
I’ve always wondered what they do at Sink 1. I only see it after working hours, after everyone else has gone home, on my rounds of the building. There’s something … creepy about it. There always was, even before the night I saw all that blood in there. Blood and some sort of, flesh.
They come for the snow
They come for the snow
For the high mountain vistas
To be above the clouds
Above it all
For the high mountain vistas
To be above the clouds
Above it all
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
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