I held my breath as I watched you wander that dream world desert sifting gold from tawny sand, swirling your fluent hand through the eddies made by the foot prints of lizard and coyote. I waited for you to discern my tracks from those of the nibbling brush deer, my padding path across your memory. And soon a tool of bone inlaid with soft turquoise finds your fingertips. It is etched with stories of cyclic clouds and there is a great wave of blankness for the time the waters last came to me. My vision set you in the singing sand where you began to hum with the vibration. Painted on a cave wall in tones of red I rode the trance of the ancients. They said when the tingling of two rises through Hesper's haze and drifts past the dog star silently howling to it's desert brothers then, this melding of melting singularity merges to form one tree with roots stronger than time, reaching down into the tears of the earth to pull up water in the dryest times. What a strange, strange world you spoke to me-- rustling voice through crackling leaves. I will make an offering of sandalwood at the trunk of this tree just as the first rays of morning break over the eyes of the horizon.
'And soon a tool of bone inlaid with soft turquoise finds your fingertips. It is etched with stories of cyclic clouds and there is a great wave of blankness for the time the waters last came to me.' Stunning & Fleeting, well done craft-sharing.
I don't know how in the world I missed this, yet I did… glad it got pulled back to the front, too! A stunning piece, it is… when you get it right, you sure do get it right… thx for makin my day… loved this immensely Incredible!
the gradient of gritty glass grains under foot, yet soft upon thy tracking paw pads finding your path of smooth spirals and scented words, tracks a rosetta stone of blossoming plants like an ancient language unspoken growthcasting your message as i pickup and follow your linguistic pheramones you sit central atop a dune the silent bone flute flutters a neuractive journey into sound arcing from the horizon circumference conscious borealis engulf the barrens heyoka transcribes a circle in the sand tree transpiration matches sun evaporation sharing dyadic gulps of desert nectar that brother star you see, supernovaed long ago nourishing the elements
Of all the thirst in sandy mouths dunes of sifting and sifting grain the sun as a fluent brother to the night leaves phosphorescent presperation-- the dew we kneel to drink with tongues from chisled stratic minerals and soft so soft the rock scrapes against it. So you sit in my desert? A drunk dreamer we share cactus crescent moon fumes and tinker with design of constellations commencing through this time you say has faded.
