Ventana Thoughts

These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness Needing to bring spiritual realities into the press of raw humanity, amongst the most humble the dreamer seems visionary. Addiction is a mirror; if I look into it for long I will see myself attempting suicide. With my conscious mind in tow I descend into my heart through imagination, there learning your memory is the sunshine each new day bears. A covey of fat mountain quail and me, we surprised each other on the trail this morning at just past six, the significance of this not eluding me having already had my manna. In a field of false lupin spilling the earth an unearthly blue surrounded by young madrone of vibrant green and neon brown sprung from the ashes of disastrous fire i chanced an encounter with One who has all power in taking a chance on His love They are perhaps not stars but distant openings windows to beyond to back where i started from, ever His intention i find my way home It would make more sense were my gray matter yellow, or white with a goldenrod center, given the scrambled and fried responses it comes out with Little glimpses leaving hunger for more, poetry draws me into an other's life: just because I wasn't there doesn't mean I can't recall it. A non-entity with ambitions inured to my own strangeness, being published gave an air of respectability, the way squirrels are saved from looking like rodents by their bushy tails. In process he found a self-worth being, then a self worth becoming, and a self worth revealing.