Monument Valley — Image by kenne
Not Till We Are Lost
Not till we are lost
do we learn the song
the dust’s been singing—
how red earth remembers
every footprint,
even the ones
that never came home.
The sky don’t answer—
it listens.
— kenne
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Ancient Plateau Remains 3 comments
Ancient Plateau Remains — Image by kenne
Twisted trunk lies still,
red cliffs rise beyond its bones—
time walks through the dust.
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Monument Valley Colors — Image by kenne
Amber buttes ablaze,
crimson earth and shadowed blue—
silence paints the land.
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Monument Valley — Image by kenne
Monument Valley
if you listen
midst the silence of the valley
the voices of the Elders from the monuments
whisper down,
“You are welcome here.
This land to which we were entrusted
by the Great Creator of all things
is ours to tend,
is ours to share,
is ours to enjoy,
but not ours to keep;
for we pass it down to our children
with the same admonition”
and in what seems a barren setting,
abundant in desolation,
lacking in precipitation,
we look to the monuments
whose beauty stands as a reminder
that in such a harsh place
we are not forgotten
by Him
— Preston Bigler
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Monument Valley — B&W Image by kenne
Monument Valley
Carefully placed over time
As if time had stopped.
— Kenne
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Monument Valley Painting by kenne
“Nature is not a place to visit, it is home.”
— Gary Snyder
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Horse Corral In Monument Valley — Image by kenne
Horses are the dolphins of the plains, the spirits of the wind;
yet we sit astride them for the sake of being well-groomed,
whereas they could have all the desire in the world to bolt,
but instead, they adjust their speed and grace, only to please us,
never to displease.
— Lauren Salerno
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Monument Valley — A Photo Essay 3 comments
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Monument Valley Images by kenne
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11. Meditation Our life’s greatest challenges will be won With the spirit and not by the sinews At times next to you the Dance’s ghosts run Other times they can be found within you Smooth, rolling strides become my rhythm and rhymes Subtly pick open my heart and mind’s locks At peace, I'm inured to passage of time A slack-jawed Buddha floats between the rocks Sun-baked vermillion cliff, eternity Spirit of the wild, you are the portal Stretching out to you, encompassing me Melt, intertwine, these moments immortal Fallen angels, my soul is expurging When the body, mind, and soul are merging
-- from "Ghosts of Sun Dance -- Part 2" by Author
