In this desert
where even the most sensuous kiss
dries to a crisp
where the greatest artwork,
blows away in a dust devil,
where even a tear drop sears to nothing
in the relentless whirling of time,
I call out to You.
With a heart desiccated
as that giant saguaro corpse laid out
black and eaten on the ground,
I beg for even one green blade of grass.
Then I awaken, transported,
the howling wind quiet
the dust settled.
Spring green carpets the ground,
ocotillo sprouts leaves so succulent
you could eat them.
A curved-bill thrasher whistles its joy.
My heart soaks in the dew
the music
the bright warm sun
and knows
this Eden in the desert
is my true home.
Then I see, it is for me
the pain of those prickly pear thorns
the burning heat
the sand that thwarts my steps,
here for me to let go
so that I can know:
All is Eden.
Exquisite imagery, Lesley. thank you.
What a beautiful tribute to the Beloved! Thank you Leslie.
The ego balks and wails that the desert is here just to thwart me, torment me. Your inspiring and deeply insightful words give voice to Soul’s knowingness that it’s all here to bring me Home.
Hi Lesley,
Just wanted to say thank you for such an amazing poem. So beautifully expressed…
I would love to meet you sometime at Seminar. I was at the Feb Seminar and one of the chelas in my group was going to introduce me to you when she saw you out on the patio but the timing was not good on my end. Maybe next time.
Shabda Blessings,
Shondeya
What a beautiful array of images depicting the temporary nature of everything except love. And, in that love is amazingly real in the moment. Thanks so much Leslie. Always a joy to read your awesome words.
Dear friend, thank you for these poems that touch me deep in my heart and remind me of the still joy within me where I practice to live in every moment…….