Thursday, March 19, 2015
Uluru, Pt. 1...
Tear open my skies!!
In a sacred place where blood-like soil bleeds into my soles & soul, bless me with new eyes;
I am so small, so insignificant, a tiny grain of sand in an alien landscape...
I am so, so far from home, & yet: And yet I am home.
Home in the company of a friend & stranger I have known for fourteen days & a thousand years.
Home with a special someone who leads me without leading, who gives me so so much without giving.
A gentle, kindred flame wise beyond her years.
Who, like you, Uluru:
Gently tears open my skies, & offers me:
The sacred fires of poetry,
of innocence & wisdom,
(c) Brent Harpur 2015.
"After nine days I let the horse run free / 'Cause the desert had turned to sea."
(America, 'The Horse With No Name'.)
“I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams..."
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)