Tag: United States of America

Arid

When the air extracts the moisture
From my sinuses
From my mouth
From my lungs

Sun in the night
Awakens me from slumbers
Ascending into consciousness

Crisp and cold
The night air
Sounds, sharp and clear
Amplifying presence

Sometimes life seems an infinite jest

How crazy it is
This point of consciousness
Travelling through space and time
On a ship of meat and bone

Bleeding Earth
Heat and minerals
Colour flows
Leaving trails

I flow through lives
Passion and presence
Broken love
Leaving trails

Nothing sustains the Now
Mile after mile
Like an open road
Through spectacular country

In the hard times
When I am blind with darkness
Or caught up in the dim light of ugliness
I try to remind myself
This too is the world

One day in practice
Mind quiet
Body still
I sensed a flame
Burning deep within

As I turned
My mind to it
It rose
And rose again
Into a mighty fire

Startled
I turned away
Tamped it down
Put it away
Returning to my quiet

Some works of art
Have an inexplicable appeal

Nostalgia
Mixed with quirkiness
Leavened by wit
And insight

And the sun rose today
Just as it has every day
For millions of years
Just as it has the hundreds of times
I’ve watched it rise before

I am certain
No one knew
The fate which had been wrought
When the first arches were erected

Or was it rather
A prophecy?