travel guide

The desert is a place
of holiness.
Ether thinned
between the worlds.
Visions take on meaning.
The coyote howls.
Luminescent petals bloom
in echoing moonlight.
The desert is a place
of adventure.
Ask Carlos Castaneda or
Ishmael or Lawrence.
Ask of the Prophet’s dream.
Yarrow stalks
arranged as clues
to buried mysteries.
Starfish husks implicate
nature deities,
long dead histories,
a sea risen into cloud,
into clay.
The desert is neither silent
nor demur.
Here is a chance for
wondrous magiks,
haunting melodies,
trance dancing ecstasy,
whirling winds whispering fate.
The desert is a place
we create
to carry in some secret pocket,
to reanimate the breath of life
when we think to sneak
a hit of hidden time.
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