A Divine Abyss

Inspiring wonder

                

   It was overcast, just before the big winter blast as we set out for parts north, wondering how the photos would turn out. The Grand Canyon beckoned last week, it's splendors ready and waiting for us, as it has awaited its millions of admirers throughout the ages.  Walking with maybe a thousand South Rim trekkers hailing from all over the world, I was part of an astonishing display of human beings being...astonished. 

     

Dreamtime Remembered

          I remembered a poem I wrote three years ago,  even more meaningful on this day of  grand visitation. As if in a trance, I entered dreamtime, not even sure I knew what I was writing. What appeared beyond my small self, with no sense of measured control, was a throbbing

connection to a greater voice taking hold.

Surprised by joy

        Today the wild beauty of this ancient place calls forth the same voice. Rational thought breaks down, whole sentences evaporate, words almost fail, only a few remain...surprise, awe, dumbstruck, incomprehensible, wonder, joy, choking, wrenching, holy, beauty, humbling, inspiring, comforting, timeless, refuge.

 Riding a River,  Releasing a Rock

Rapids Ahead by Serena Supplee

Heading down the north fork

on the south rim

of the Grand Canyon

a brilliant moment appeared on the horizon.

A movement,

a star of heaven

descended upon the mountain top

Eureka!

Voila!

Hallelujah! Aha.

Moving down the river

several signposts presented themselves.

How far have you come, how far can you go

they shouted.

Beholding beauty

Does it matter? Isn't the end of things

just the beginning of things

anyway?

Who is to say what

a turn in the river

can mean.

How is it possible to hate those hard, ugly,

hurtful, contemptible, flattening, faceless, 

                                                               jagged, piercing, cutting, wounding,

Hallelujah!

deepening rocks 
whose sole soul purpose is  only 
to point the way home?

Shallow shorelines, empty caves,

Buddha sits and Jesus saves...

move on, move on, move on.

Sometimes things are

just what they are and

can’t be known by a

woman
nor a man 
nor a beast.

The full bodied yowl

of moments too difficult to say

are the stones that find their way

to smoothness

never looking back.  

                                                      

Finding our way home

If you were a stone
now smooth and ready

would you look back?

          You know where you've been,

you know where you're going.

The light hovers closer now leading you home.