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| death valley, california - may 2017 |
During my journey in the desert, I had the comfort of writing. I wrote of activities and sites. I wrote descriptive phrases for photos. I wrote pieces of poetry that express more than pages and pages in my journals.
These words, I think I’ll keep close as
they teach me a way to live in awareness and mindfulness. I hope you, too will find some inspiration in the
silent sounds of the desert.
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| chartreuse desert bloom encircled with thorns
I hear the
silent sounds of the desert
crickets, a few birds, my breath
it’s a quiet
more quiet than switching off everyday sounds
At times I must
strain to hear my own heartbeat or eyes blink
listening with intention, I begin to hear a beetle in the sand;
shuffling like old feet
a bee’s wings as
it pauses for nectar on a cactus blossom
I hear the words
of the one who created the zephyr that kicks at the sand; drying my very soul
it is the voice I came to the desert to hear
Listening with intention –
Missy
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