Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail — Image by kenne
No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have
no capacity for living now.
— Alan Watts
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No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have
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Hiker — Computer Painting by kenne
Boots stir the trail dust
the morning you know,
shadows fashion the ground
soon to be abandoned.
She leads us into the,
a hiking we will go.
Others follow her shadows
bright sunlight in their eyes,
the trail edges glow
a sun lit boardwalk.
In this land of the past
Spanish wagons kept coming
building a place of worship
near the Santa Cruz,
Tumacácori up river
from Nogales — I believe.
This is my new land
in the land of old
where hiking
is my past time.
Is this world real,
or a reflection of dreams
on the shadow side
of nature’s spirit
not blind to the worth
of this wonderful gift.
— kenne
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View South from Mini Masa Vortex at Sunrise (June 15, 2016) — Image by kenne
I am
earth blessed
feeling
the energy run
through
my very soul.
— kenne (5-7-5)
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Sedona (June 15, 2016) — Image by kenne
Sacred Minus The Profound
Three Women
in white
flying a
white drone over
Sedona Vortex.
— kenne (5-7-5)
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Sedona Vortex Morning (June 15, 2016) — Images by kenne
Birds singing
Sedona daylight
Coffee at Starbucks
On the path
Twisted juniper trees
Mini masa vortex
Feeling the energy
Intensifying the moment.
— kenne
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Desert Sunrise — Computer Painting by kenne
Tunuri began to walk, following this flower trail.
He walked up a high hill and standing in the
sun at the vary top was the Blue Deer. Tunuri
ran up to him and saw the sun shining brightly
in the sky. As he enjoyed its warmth on his skin,
he heard a strong, kind voice speak.
“Hello, Tunuri! I am Father Sun.”
from The Journey of Tunuri and the Blue Deer: A Huichol Indian Story by James Endredy
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Sonoran Desert Sunrise — Image by kenne
Despairing of God, I came to the desert seeking saints.
The tongue of the tribe sleeping in my family
whispers spiny songs: chumpaco / place where they killed
the dogs: huirives / bird: bacochibampo / the water of the
serpents: bajeribampo / water of the lizards: cuirimpo /
the place of the drummers.
— from 48 Roadsongs by Luis Alberto Urrea
