That None Want Be Alone
His voice is heard throughout the land.
Alone… we hear him name.
Then… patiently… he sits and waits
For us to know
That each one he seeks is to be recognized,
To know that he’s right here.
We want however reply in our approach,
That none want be alone.
Solar, Sand, and Solitude
I walked into the desert… canyon partitions my lone companion.
The wind was nonetheless, and thus my coronary heart beat full with wild abandon.
Heat solar stroked mushy my gliding type, and performed amongst white clouds,
For zest is most inspired and a love of life allowed.
I whispered “thanks” to that which is aware of and hears,
Then traversed far these sandy miles with no thought to concern.
A customer in time I’m, a baby in wilderness
Who desires to study what some could spurn and see as loneliness.
However imaginative and prescient is a fragile present, and given some ways,
So I’ve seen a lot magnificence these valuable sun-filled days.
This solitude it fills my cup to movement in glowing swimming pools,
Ans typically I do sing aloud, a lone and completely satisfied idiot.
Time has come and life has gone… its footprints within the sand,
Leaving shadowed voices not left by beast or man.
For all times has spent its golden coin on treasures left behind,
A tiny grain of historic sand nonetheless etched inside my thoughts.
I roamed the tall wealthy forests, and hills of verdant inexperienced,
When waters sparkled full and contemporary, and all of the world was clear.
Then beasts did come and life did hum with sound of hoof and roar,
And once I shut my eyes once more… I nonetheless can hear way more.
Shadows bloom throughout the rocks as evenly blows the breeze,
And sand it fills my prints in time… a baby’s playful tease.
I cease and look to know my approach and skim the altering sky,
For clouds can come and conceal the solar in a blinking of the attention.
To know and quick respect her… this ever-changing land,
And path the younger coyote in pleasure throughout the sand.
For solitude is welcome in a world made mad with velocity,
And I do like to wander… sowing the peaceable seed.
I don’t miss the insanity of man’s most heedless race,
For I’m a part of solar and sand and solitude…
Of this wild and sacred place.
And Depart a Good Clear View
Respect for all times… in various varieties… begins with take care of all,
All issues which stroll or stand or fly… all issues which develop or crawl.
Such respect… a lifestyle… begins with open eyes,
Eyes to see and listen to and really feel… each laughter and the cries.
We’ve got an obligation… a present that every should discover,
To search out our biggest service… of coronary heart and act and thoughts.
The world requires our service… like us, it lives and breathes,
And each factor we do to it… a mark is what we go away.
Each act and thought and speech… it doesn’t matter what we do,
We do respectfully in kindness… and go away a great clear view.