On the red rim of sandstone slick rock

beneath the gnarled, half dead

half alive juniper tree.

in this solitude.

Listen…

hear the rhythmic grinding of maize on metate.

hear dogs bark and turkeys gobble in their pens.

hear children’s laughter as they play among the rocks.

hear the potter’s soft song as he forms treasures in clay.

hear the victorious shouts of returning hunters.

hear the sharp pecking of a shaman carving petroglyphs.

Listen closely…

In this starkly sacred land.

Reunite, reconnect with your roots,

renew your spirit,

live fully each moment,

look at all beings with compassion,

be as one with all living, growing things.

Sit with me… Listen…