Notice how present a flower is, how surrendered to life. ~ Eckhart Tolle
It is a beautiful place, this desert.
Hard to imagine its fullness of life, its diversity
until I explored her land each day.
Tread on mountain paths lightly frosted in mid winter
scrambled into washes torn asunder by summer flash floods.
Walked her rocky trails aware of each footfall,
threaded my way through deep crevice mazes.
I reach towards a saguaro to steady my balance
only to pull back in mild shock
imagining my hand pierced with the spines of a saguaro.
I stand in her washes in spring, the desert in her blossoming season,
admire the waving yellow poppies, their throats flushed with red,
their roots grounded in a chaos of rock and grit,
their silken petals a delicate offering amidst so much ruggedness.
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Oh the places, the spaces in the desert; the discoveries, the inspiration in the desert.