Jan 2013
Sitting on top of the rocks, cracked like parched lips was a shell.
Plucked form its sandy nest and placed around my ear.
You are far from home I thought.
"Am I" said the shell.
"Then so are you."
It whispered calling in the ancient dreams of the past.
"My world was sand and water, together in an endless dance. But then it did end and I thought the world was over. But she just changed her shape. And now my world is sand and sun, sand and moon, sand and stars. None would I have known if the world never ended. Never would I have known coyote and her call, or eagle as he flies in his own blue ocean. And I have learned that the desert exists in a stillness that is not still.
The world is always changing, just as you have old friend. You were there in the waters that became this sky. You were there as the great ones love song, carrying their music in every crested wave. You were there because it is your blood that you hear echoing through me, not my voice. Your voice"
Plucked form its sandy nest and placed around my ear.
You are far from home I thought.
"Am I" said the shell.
"Then so are you."
It whispered calling in the ancient dreams of the past.
"My world was sand and water, together in an endless dance. But then it did end and I thought the world was over. But she just changed her shape. And now my world is sand and sun, sand and moon, sand and stars. None would I have known if the world never ended. Never would I have known coyote and her call, or eagle as he flies in his own blue ocean. And I have learned that the desert exists in a stillness that is not still.
The world is always changing, just as you have old friend. You were there in the waters that became this sky. You were there as the great ones love song, carrying their music in every crested wave. You were there because it is your blood that you hear echoing through me, not my voice. Your voice"
