Searching
The Cree and the crow know the meaning of searching you have to lose a way of life and yearn for it in despair to know the true
Way of the way of the searcher if you were painting this you would put the southwest scenes on canvas then build into it the essence
Of aloneness bareness as far as the eye can see I to know this loss mountains an ocean a desert and a southern Mecca of fantasy
it occupied your mind and you didn’t have to face the hard truth life as you know it has passed away I came back to a familiar
Land in my own right a refugee in exile my first deliverance was when I found a little one hurting she was searching for a lost father’s
Love together we drove back the darkness refilled the space with light old streets and houses are promises that are really traps
The broken hearted seek among them treasures that no longer exist all you find is structures that are the same but new faces
Emerge you are craving recognition all you receive are blank stares no great breaking smiles the feeling of love you once new in
Abundance no all you find is shadows from their great brightness that burns on a future plain for a time beyond reach so the desert
Extreme is all you find on your journey but then a surprise encounter held more than you could imagine rising in this wasteland
Two pillars rise a vibrant aliveness pulsates draws you in you recognize what has ordered this perfect union over time you see the hand
Of love it has seasoned them perfected human endeavor by sacrifice and giving of themselves they were acceptable the altar burst into
A consuming flame that burned off the dross and the elements of discord it was like observing a sacred scene as two kneel in holy
Devotions their faces were smooth and resonated tenderness all was reshaped into splendor and grace I just sat and let the wonder
Wash over me though the sea was far away through them I felt a connectedness again the deep fathoms carried me into hidden
Gated worlds only found in deep waters the desert was no more the harsh broken land receded it was replaced by fields that were
Weighed by the burden of a harvest that must be taken stored lived from for all days until time ends and then we all change now it
is where only angels preen in the beloved unseen until then no one must pine alone as long as he has friends these true riches
are abundant you could find them in a neighbor or a stranger if you know what to look for my western home is closer all that I loved
is not found in places but in faces just think I found it in a meirrifeld