Hi everyone, I am home but recovered enough to write much yet. I stayed off line and NOT writing for 11 days! WOW It wasn't easy since out of 15 folks 3 carried notebooks and every hotel had internet hookup BUT it was LOOK or HOOK. I decided to BE in Peru and not online when I was in Peru! Below is a small segment of the type of stairs you had to climb to get to the Temple of the Siun in Machu Piccu.
There seems to be almost NO level ground in Peru!
Pisac, Peru, 2012 From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds
the lamas leap and the water falls clear
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.
From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere ...
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones now severe.
From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds
so Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds
long gone are the conquer's all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground
Did ya miss me? Huh? HUH?
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