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[Tree Hugger]

Hello Seekers
As I look out over the plains to the few distant mesas on the horizon I realized that all this land is claimed, every inch is claimed land, yet the landscape is still empty as it once was, and only a few live here. This is considered sacred land to many tribes of natives, including the Hopi and Navaho, and the rocks here are evidence of the age as wood has turned to stone in places.



The land here, which is like a wild colt, running free on the ridge. It is claimed but not tamed, for humans point to it and say this is mine, and others drive by and say, that is mine, but not many live here. For those who claim the land are not used to cold desert whispers and wind spirits which rise up quickly and roar overheard. The sky is too big here for them, the land too vast, horizons unobstructed, too far away. The lizard scurries around their feet and the snake slithers in their mind and the water here is hidden. But the wild colt knows where water is for she can smell it and those who claim they own the land have forgotten how to smell water. In their greed they want her, but does she want them?

For of all the times the earth has turned, it is only of recent turnings, that humans have had the audacity to claim to own the earth and divide it up into pieces to be auctioned off.

This land has the spirit of a wild colt but she appears as an aged woman with wrinkled red face. She squints at the hot desert sun. Like the ignorant they only look at the exterior. She knows that there are two things that cannot be stopped; The swinging of the cosmic pendulum, and the internal clock of the universe.

I love her because the old woman is the heart of the planet. I know she will rise and become young and beautiful and streams will flow in her bosom, and no one will say they own her, for she belongs to everyone living. This is what I see when I gaze at her prickly weeds and her unrelenting winds and her thirsty skin needing loving moisture. I do not see her as she is but as she will be, verdant and luxurious; the garden of God.

“The desert and the parched land will be glad; the wilderness will rejoice and blossom. Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom; it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.”…..Isaiah



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