The Rock of Myself, My Water and Sky
Parts of myself that will not be moved
Gazing at the mountains of Taos this fall I felt the earth of myself, the rock. Things that cannot and will not be moved. Things that are lasting. Parts of myself that are unwavering and rooted. Pieces that have seen eternity’s past and hold wisdom I’m not sure is mine.
I felt the river of myself that carves p…
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