In recent days, I have been venturing on pre-dawn treks into the desert, many lasting the complete day, returning after dark with the aid of flashlight and stars, days of quiet, with but a knapsack, days of fervent mental activity, and lengthy long nonverbal conversations with God, the countless hours observing, listening with my ears, seeing with my eyes, feeling with my senses, to a lesser extent tasting, but always sniffing, like a Bloodhound following a scent, the scent of creation that fills my every moment.
on desert sands
I listen for signs
as a tumbleweed
rolls by
a cactus wren
eyes me
eating
a poppy-seed bagel
Next to the Joshua
tree I rest
hallowed be thy Name
and I'm hushed
by the thought!
A quail
a lizard
and me
watch
the day break
I ask the tortoise
a haiku?
She-ma Yis-ra-el
A-do-nay El-o-hei-nu
A-do-nay E-chad
then
"Hear O Israel
The Lord our God
The Lord is One"
the twilight breeze
declares!
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Oh, how I envy your treks. Sounds like something I need about now. Hmmm. Something to contemplate.
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