The Land of the Red Stone Canyons

An Awakening of the Self within the Land of the Red Stone Canyons.

Skies of radiant Blue

Above Red Stone Canyons

Hauntingly still and silent

Long deserted

Red Stone villages

A Crow

Bursts from the rustling

Sycamore Tree

The Bird’s

Raucous Call

Echoes down the Canyon

Down my Serpentine Spine

I am Alive

I am Present

Aware of the Past

Still Breathing and Whispering

Down the Red Stone Canyons

A tendril Bridge

Between Time and Place

Cellular Memories stir

Awake to

The Possibilities

Within a Moment

The moving Waters beside me

Glittering Ripples

Dancing 

At my squirming Tippy-Toes

Through my Finger Tips

Cool liquid splendor

A sudden Breeze

Shakes and rattles

The Cottonwood Leaves

Silver and Green

Silver and Green

Smiling

I softly Sing

An Earth Song

“Sweet Spirit

Mother of All

Soul

Of All Creation…..

A swarm

Of small Yellow Butterflies

Flit and float

Above a stream Stone

I am

Grounded

The Earth’s 

Gravity

Pulling at me

Within me

Smiling

I Breathe in deeply

Air cool

Sweetly spicy

A Messenger Hawk

Circles high

I am deeply

Alive

Deeply Present

Aware of.....