"We need wilderness because we are wild animals. Every man needs a place where he can go to go crazy in peace. Every Boy Scout deserves a forest to get lost, miserable, and starving in. Even the maddest murderer of the sweetest wife should get a chance for a run to the sanctuary of the hills. If only for the sport of it. For the terror, freedom, and delirium. Because we need brutality and raw adventure, because men and women first learned to love in, under, and all around trees, because we need for every pair of feet and legs about ten leagues of naked nature, crags to leap from, mountains to measure by, deserts to finally die in when the heart fails."

Edward Abbey

"Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems."
Rainer Maria Rilke

where do you go?
where in those dreams
those thoughts
do you drift?
you go alone
do you ever wish
another could share
share that place
that secret place
I admire

Sacredness devoured upon our meeting
meeting of the eyes
the mind
sacred indeed
never such a feeling before
never imagined
not even in those dreams
those sacred dreams

smell the earth

it waits for you

it's crying

crying out

for your attention

attention to the details

the details that surround

they surround you now

don't ignore

let go

smell the earth

it waits

that light

that desert light

that glow

that desert glow

on the horizon

above and below

I love that light

that magic light

that magic seldom seen