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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Essence



Essence

A poem by Riverwatch                                  


Ahh, the desert.

In a sunlit land, life is different.
Golden light,
   immense moonbeams
      that let the sun in after the stars come out.


Ahh, the desert.

Where life is clear.
Where the spirit moves free with the wind
      to rustle through the spiny plants
         to blow the dust from off the mind.

Ahh, the desert.

The heart is bleeding in the desert.
The wind, it dries a leaky heart
   and whispers to the mind
      erasing footprints, terraforming.

Where life begins, not ends.

Ahh, the desert.


Where an unfamiliar dimension
   is miraging on the shimmering horizon
      and will not be dispelled.

Life has changed.

Layer after layer after layer blown away
   leaving only the message of the Creator
      and the essence of the created.

Ahh.

The desert.

Spiritual.
Superior.
Unpretentious.


Apropos, the desert dwellers.
Spiritual.
Superior.
Unpretentious.
Kind.
Fun.