I Will Descent Into The Maze, Deo Volente — Image by kenne
Deo volente, I
Will descent into the maze
On the canyon floor.
— kenne
I Will Descent Into The Maze, Deo Volente — Image by kenne
— kenne
Indian Paintbrush
by
Bob MacKenzie
Like flames, I think,
as I reach toward them,
reach toward Eternity,
where they hang
on the edge:
flames hung
out there between
the open heaven
above the open
earth below.
All around,
the Gods of the Rockies
watch
as I hang there,
one hand grasping
some scrawny pine,
its root straining
the loose soil lifting,
my other hand, left,
somewhere in Eternity
grasping a handful
of fire.
Up toward your smile
I climb
with my blazing trophy,
place it carefully
at your feet
as you lean back
against the mountain
like some goddess
of the earth.
Somewhere above,
there is an eagle:
somewhere in my side,
a pain;
and I am chained
to this rock
for life.
Blue Lupine & Yellow Poppies — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Desert Flower
by James F. Harrington
You are like a garden oasis,
blooming in the dry desert.
Your heart is warmer than the center of the sun.
Your soul glitters like moonlight!
I want to take you into my arms,
rush to my white Arabian charger,
and together we will ride
into the dark blue indigo night!
We would gallop past golden minarets,
through all of time,
past all memories,
until we reach the peaceful,
quiet serenity of Jannat.
There we would settle down,
under the soothing,
cool shade of jade colored olive trees.
I would sing to thee my songs of love.
We would lay on a carpet that possessed magical qualities.
Ripe fruit would be in abundance.
We would be forever in paradise.