New Song Sung
through pebble-dashed crossings,
these Towering Universal States
bursting all directions, fulfilled.
Unfurling Peaks Soaring
red-gold circles our eyes,
young black hawk gliding down a painted pass, anticipating,
feigning, breezing through
boundless miles of sentient rock.
“We have no answers” they glow back at us,
“you are, we are,
endlessly bathing in Holy Silence”.
Without answers
precise moments may simply appear, reflecting
Light, showering
Sparks.
And across this world,
other gold-red sunsets
color the Sky
arising here
in this Tigerland,
proclaiming
an aura
of Mighty Majesty.
Bola National Forest
Albuquerque, New Mexico
1972