The Grand Canyon: Majestic, riveting walls of time Encrusted with history and life Encrusted with aromas of water
trickling on stone & clean, fresh, crisp air. Encrusted with colors & beauty
of the cactus flowers, wood betonies & red monkey
flowers, songs of Warblers & Western
Bluebirds. Encircled by morphic skies watching over the flight of Falcons
and Condors. Rushing white waters like our
bustling cities, gentle trickles like restful small
towns that care, flowing strong waters, like our
united people, and restful pools like the knowing
enlightened minds. All rooted-in remnants of wondrous
people having once thrived all around this
beauty, that is in fact a Grand Canyon.
Why then?
Arizona: Dining tables for giants home of the Hopi & their
history, unique religion & philosophy. Lakes, streams, waterfalls, pine forests, complex formations, greenery of plenty opening to shockingly monumental red towers
& mountains. Plain old deserts shamed by sudden resplendence of curvaceous flowing low hills painted by ancient god-artists with colors that bring tears at the inconceivable, shocking
beauty.
Why then?
This painted desert, this splendorous beauty, protecting an “ancient planet” a separate universe a forest of reminders petrified to tell with hues of all kinds reminding us of our short time as guests. Guests. Guests, with a future likely shorter than the wisdom of this petrified
forest.
Why then?
The state of mind
poisoned we find
by fear, neglect, and pure disdain
of our humanity.
It has festered.
We see it in the horrific stench
of pundit’s turd words
of formulaic "News people" reporting on nothing but to incite extremes.
Of the regurgitation by otherwise fine people
slowly decomposing before our eyes.
The grand canyon growing wider
between the living and the dead.
One …
unwilling …
to let the true light in.
Spin, spin, spin.
Foghorn blowing in your face.
Now I realize
our true divine evolutionary path can be stunted and
we only get one chance.
Tiny Alice
in Wonderland
walking in a Grand Canyon of beautiful flowers of beautiful “people”,
so she thought. “We don't want weeds in our bed! … Move along, move along!” they
said. Flowers creating hatred,
divisiveness, a grand canyon, for no loving reason.
Spin, spin, spin.
Foghorn blowing in your face.
We yearn for the simple life for simple thinking, but something is stinking. Because de-evolution is not the solution. Respecting WWE reactions without sanctions, Hating jobless and homeless, thereby providing less is just a mess, non-sense. Screaming at hard working people merely for being within sight is not right. Borders made by hoarders.
Spin, spin, spin.
Foghorn blowing in your face.
They keep trying to obfuscate, the enlightened must keep trying to
eliminate … this grand canyon state.
The Grand Canyon
Towering sculptures of time, history, and life.
At the bottom
the tears of its true owners
moving fast away
applauded by those
in the grand canyon state.