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jeepdog
. My musings found the rhythm, tap, tap, tippity-tap, military drums of times past, bleating, pleading their reminder, across the arid folds of Desert's lap, the famed Buffalo Soldier passed, and Infantry regiments patrolled. Nearby... More »
jeepdog
. They speak to us, Softly blowing, Dusty whispers, Survival truths, Those Who Have Gone. Ghost construction, Magnificent, Caliche walls, Heave sagging sigh, Of desert life. Buried canals, Carved by stone tools, Bringing water,... More »
jeepdog
. Looking and listening, trying to find the meaning, earnestly endeavoring, attempting to be discerning, but nothing emanated. No flaming bush providing message. Walking away sans revelation, in utter and complete frustration, then came a... More »
jeepdog
. Difficult to discern, Subtle line of Spirit. Intricately woven into, Gracious blanket's geometry. Diné know that We are forever growing, Spirit requires room to grow, Spirit only exists in continuance, And that completion... More »
jeepdog
. I am a soul of Spirit, Never said a mantra, Never been a pilgrim, Never listen to a sermon, Never seen God in a vision. I feel It under my sole walking, I... More »
jeepdog
. On a gently windblown ridge, At Three Rivers the symbol is evident, Etched in stone a picture of Souls' reach, To the heavens a plea of Enchantment. Hand on the Spirit. On top of... More »
jeepdog
. As I sit here in this old school of Mesilla, Worn and warm adobe embraces my spirit, Making me aware and sensing deeper meaning, Perhaps warmed more by a chile-rita, A phantasm concoction... More »
jeepdog
. My companion and I walked in that dark forest, We did not agree on the path, We did not agree on the route, We did not agree on the destination. Yet, we walked... More »
jeepdog
. You cannot fathom, The depths of one's traditions. You cannot aspire, To climb every level of every person. You cannot gauge, The caliber of one's resolution. You cannot rule, The breadth of one's... More »
jeepdog
. Strolling carefully along the mesa, thinking I saw a wisp, in the rays a, I do not know, perhaps a bit of smoke, no, the vague form, a shape, a cowpoke. ... More »
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