Looking up through tops of the Redwood forest, a skylight in the Cathedral of God and Nature. At night, through the canopy, a million stars twinkle and shine in their existence, too many to count; so much to behold for the fullness of comprehension. God’s infinite work of art, oh we; we are the humble spectators standing at the feet of giants.
Awe, the word so mundane could never explain our calm and peaceful wonder, speaking low, almost silencing our words, our movements steadily unmoving, any transition of body and form, relegated to the vertebra and stem as we quietly gaze upward; to the silent majesty above.
A sumptuous forest in the daylight hours from the dew laden dawning, the tall grasses altering the elk’s majestic stature. Magnificent puffs of breaths taken in their existence, shadows of life floating, dissipating above the gold green grassy horizon. The Sun tickling the tree tops, cresting in silent motion, no race to be won, the track it’s own; God’s design. The forest stretching and yawning, a new day starting, a graceful morning light cascading over the carpet below our feet; we stand in reverence of those that went before us.
The Yurok, Tolowa, Karok, Chilula, and Wiyot, first nation stewards of the sacred land; living, raising their young. Jedediah Smith in the early 1800’s, John Muir, from Boulder Creek and Big Basin to the Oregon territory, so many centuries before us; yet humbled and silent in our standing, in the footprints of history and grandeur. The blood of the land, the breathing surface, in silence we listen, we feel, we embrace all that’s before us; under the noon day sun.
Soon the sun, setting, dipping silently behind the canopy of the Cherokee Sequoia, the Del Norte Coast with it’s distant rumble and roar, the voice of the distant ocean subdued by the diminishing light of day. Oh Sparrow, sleep well in the night, let us stand in the dream, from the waking dawn to the silent night, let us abide with the majestic forest that you are; before you are gone.
Our vertbra, our tendons, they creep ever leaning, backwards leans the stem, vision is heavens light. Distant flutter, red against cobalt, a beautiful enticement to ponder, rarely noticed, a distant sun to another planet far far away, or maybe a jewel or a tear of God; there above in distant mortal view . . . Arcturus rest peacefully through the night.
While we sleep, while we sleep, reminiscent of the days of old when a child was born, a new star in the nights dark and ponderous hour rose above a stable; sleep well Sparrow under the glow of Arcturus.
Dedicated to: You my love, our day will come, eternity will be ours. I love you Punkin!
There are many beautiful places to be seen in this country, and around the world, and they are meant to be seen and understood in their beauty and grandeur. But they are under the threat of mankind, as much as mankind is under the threat of him or her self. Not from cars, or any of the usual suspects, but rather from the greed of the unseen handful of people that want it all, but even they will destroy themselves.
Thankfully, amongst the masses that feel they don’t need to understand or see the rise of a dark future that everyone will be in acceptance of; there are those that are speaking out. At this moment, the once thought of as a conspiracy is being shown as a reality that’s at everyone’s doorstep. As winter turns to spring, as we face the summer ahead, lawsuit’s are being filed, on behalf of everyone, even the complacent public. The warriors are banning together to fight a war that began its rise decades ago, and they are doing so in court. See the link below, go there, put away the political correctness; become aware, be of support.
If the future belongs to all of mankind, then mankind should understand what the future holds; for any of us.