In this desert wonderland
I walk the dry earth surrounded by cacti.
Playful winds send my straw hat flying.
In the early morning hours cries of coyotes sound
Like high holy notes, wild and haunting.
I stand outside surrounded by the dark womb of ancient sky
And breathe with stars that tear my heart open with awe.
S H A N T I
(P.S. Will be offline for several days…..posting again next week.)
“True progress quietly and persistently moves along without notice.”
– St Francis of Assisi –