The Land of the Red Stone Canyons

The Land of the Red Stone Canyons

A Poem by Easter3
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An Awakening of the Self within the Land of the Red Stone Canyons.

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Skies of radiant Blue
Above Red Stone Canyons
Hauntingly still and silent
Long deserted
Red Stone villages
A Crow
Bursts from the rustling
Sycamore Tree
The Bird’s
Raucous Call
Echoes down the Canyon
Down my Serpentine Spine
I am Alive
I am Present
Aware of the Past
Still Breathing and Whispering
Down the Red Stone Canyons
A tendril Bridge
Between Time and Place
Cellular Memories stir
Awake to
The Possibilities
Within a Moment
The moving Waters beside me
Glittering Ripples
Dancing 
At my squirming Tippy-Toes
Through my Finger Tips
Cool liquid splendor
A sudden Breeze
Shakes and rattles
The Cottonwood Leaves
Silver and Green
Silver and Green
Smiling
I softly Sing
An Earth Song
“Sweet Spirit
Mother of All
Soul
Of All Creation…..
A swarm
Of small Yellow Butterflies
Flit and float
Above a stream Stone
I am
Grounded
The Earth’s 
Gravity
Pulling at me
Within me
Smiling
I Breathe in deeply
Air cool
Sweetly spicy
A Messenger Hawk
Circles high
I am deeply
Alive
Deeply Present
Aware of.....


 

© 2015 Easter3


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Added on February 22, 2015
Last Updated on February 22, 2015
Tags: red stone canyons, self awakening, reverie, crows, hawks, streams, butterflies

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Easter3
Easter3

Liberty Hill, TX



About
Leah Sellers is a native Texan who has enjoyed four varied careers in her lifetime as a: Secondary Education teacher in the fields of English, History, Journalism and Special Education, an Activity di.. more..

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