Archive for the ‘Sonoran Desert’ Tag

Death Happens   Leave a comment

Death Happens — Image by kenne

Death happens
the way rain does—
announced by no one,
soaking the afternoon
until even the living
forget when it began.

— kenne

Cactus Face   1 comment

“Cactus Face” — Image by kenne

Walking past,
I swear it whispered—
not in words
but in that way
a crooked mouth of bark and thorn
can suggest a whole conversation.
I nodded,
pretending I understood.

— kenne

Monsoon Rains   1 comment

Monsoon Rain Clouds as Soon from Our Patio (August) — Image by kenne

Across the wide expanse, the sky darkens,
not with threat but with blessing.
The desert tilts its face upward,
ready to drink the slow blue thunder
of monsoon rain.

— kenne

Exploding Seedpod   Leave a comment

Exploding Seedpod on the DeAnza Trail — Image by kenne

Exploding Seedpod — De Anza Trail

Dry wind—
the pod cracks,
a small thunder of life.

Seeds scatter
into dust and sunlight—
each one a prayer
the earth will remember.

— kenne

Desert Mystic   3 comments

Desert Mystic by kenne

The desert teaches by absence. Beneath the old olive tree, the stones rise into a small architecture of intention. Their balance is temporary, but what isn’t? Wind moves through the leaves like an old story. Somewhere nearby, a lizard watches, unbothered by the human need to make order from dust.

Desert Noir   4 comments

Desert Noir  by kenne

black sky—

sepia arms

lifted

in a dry

hallelujah.

Desert Existenial Moment   Leave a comment

Desert Existential Moment — Image by kenne

Thinking is the fever we mistake for health.
We name the world to quiet it,
draw borders around what frightens us.

But fear is faithful—
it returns with every sunrise,
reminding us the map is not the mountain,
and reason only another storm
in the endless desert of being.

— kenne

One Brief Throne   1 comment

Empress Leilia On A Foothills Wildflower — Image by kenne

The Empress Leilia lands,
her wings a hush of amber light.
One brief throne—
a wildflower trembling
under her grace.
The mountain holds its breath
to watch beauty pause.
The desert bows once,
then forgets.

— kenne

Nearing The Birthday   1 comment

Carillo Trail — Image by kenne

Nearing the Birthday

Soon another year
will place its hand
on my shoulder.

Nothing is wasted.
Pain becomes a record
that I was here long enough
to be marked.

I will not ask
for fewer days of pain.
I will ask
for more moments of noticing—
the hummingbird darting
the chipmont on the ground,
The olive tree’s kindness of shade.

If this is my work now,
I accept it gladly:
to love the world
as it is,
from inside
this aging, faithful body.

Tell me,
what else
would I have been practicing for?

— kenne

Verdin In A Desert Willow   2 comments

Little Verdin in the Desert Willow by kenne

Little Verdin in the Desert Willow

A tiny pulse of feather—
among the Willow’s green—
the Sky—so dark a Sapphire—
it swallows what is seen—
He flickers—like a secret—
the Morning will not tell—
and leaves the hush of Desert—
more infinite—and still—

Another Beautiful Sunset In Tucson   Leave a comment

Sunset Sky — Image by kenne

From the patio—
clouds split, the sun breaks open,
rays scatter like prayers.

Evening settles in,
silence stitched with desert wind,
night takes the last fire.

Spring Is Not A Season   Leave a comment

Lupine Art — Painting by kenne

I think of how often beauty hides in plain sight—
the slender stem, the trembling petals,
the way blue cradles purple
like a blessing.

In this painting,
spring is not a season
but a small awakening of the heart.

— kenne

The Demons Of Fear — Revisited   Leave a comment

Joy at Seven Falls (02/07/11) — Image by kenne

I first posted “The Demons of Fear” in December 2005 during the George W. Bush administration. What I was writing about twenty years ago is still very relevant today.

The Demons of Fear

Like many Americans, my formative years were at a time when communism was our only axis of evil. The reasons for qualifying as evil were many, e.g., starting wars against smaller countries, breaking international laws, torturing people, espionage organizations spying on their own people, controlling information, and building a giant prison industry, to name a few. Such reasons were easy to believe because of the simplistic notion that if communism (then) was evil, capitalism (we) was good. Therefore, we would never, never, never do such things. (Such acts are bad, and, of course, we are good!)

“Never say never!” Even more significantly, “. . . don’t make the mistake of believing your own lies.” Of course, in politics, the custom is “Never tell a lie when you can bullshit your way through.”

Truth cannot be found in talking points based on good vs. evil. This is the so-called “cowboy” mentality that our president and many in Congress have bottled and continue to sell to the American public.

Justifying acts based on false dichotomies only falsifies reality. But the convenient reversal of good and evil is an even bigger sin. One current example is our leadership’s support for the nomination of a judge based on his strict constitutionalist views while authorizing secret acts allowing spying on Americans.

Such secret executive decisions are troubling and represent an attitude of political convenience that considers nothing of treading on the basic liberties protected by our Constitution. Even after Congress passed the USA Patriot Act, which allowed our demons of fear to trespass on our liberties, the President pretentiously felt that additional infringements on the Constitution and our liberties were necessary.

Over three years ago, Lt. Gen. Michael Hayden (head of the National Security Agency) stated to a joint House-Senate inquiry on intelligence (ref. NY Times):

“We need to get it right. We have to find the right balance between protecting our security and protecting our liberty. “. . . What I really need you to do is talk to your constituents and find out where the American people want that line between security and liberty to be.”

Can we get it right? Can we bury our demons of fear? Can you! Can I?

For many, the politics of fear generates skepticism, which denies reliable access to an objective reality and “. . . therefore rejects the possibility of knowing how things truly are.” If reality has no inherent nature, then to “get it right,” each one of us must be true to our nature. Truth, like love, can exist only when the tombstones of our demons have been erected.

Gratitude   Leave a comment

Autumn Sunset —  Image by kenne

When given a gift, the only appropriate response is gratefulness. Life is a gift.  Each day is filled with blessings — just by our presence, we can express our gratitude.

I’m grateful I can spend time in nature capturing its many beautiful moments. Still, for many, it is easy to miss the beauty of nature. Many do not have the opportunity to spend time out in nature. However, through Louie Schwartzberg’s time-lapse photography, we can experience the stunning beauty of nature. (See Moving Art by Louie Schwartzberg)

Louie Schwartzberg is an award-winning cinematographer, director, and producer whose notable career spans more than three decades, providing breathtaking imagery for feature films, television shows, documentaries, and commercials.

The following video is a TEDx San Fransisco presentation, which includes his short film on Gratitude and Happiness, reminding us of the precious gift of life, and the beauty all around us.

kenne

Mood Indigo Sunset   2 comments