Chaco Whispers                                             

Words unspoken

on walls

in pictures

telling the story

 

a sense of belonging

in touch with spirits

telling of  life lived

 

fragments of history

pieces of memory

far yet near

 

climb the rocks

linger on small ledges

whisper secrets to those who listen

 

Words

we need only to listen

unspoken

yet heard

 

The Winds & Mystery

take me to a place of mystery

where the unimaginable     is real

culture               thrives

between canyons long since quiet

 

mystery

where walls let in starlight

precise moments

knowledge gleaned

wisdom revealed

insight of ages

 

hear whispers in the wind

through canyons

circling stone walls

sweeping the halls

nature allowed in rather than blocked out

 

where men look for answers

but find wondrous questions

glorious majesty

the mystery of the heart

take me to this place     of life

 

Tanka Collection

 

Only the wind knows

Secrets untold for ages

Search begins anew

Ancient revival of man

Brings untold mysteries home

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Winds sweep the canyon

Offering a place to think

Chaco comes alive

And I, within the stone walls,

Hear the beating of a heart

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On day, the sun sets

Darkness envelopes this space

Dreams of yesterday

I hear words left unspoken

And feel rays of starlight come

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Memories stalk me

Held in the pores of the stone

Memories not mine

Yet they invade my still soul

And I long for yesterday

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Today’s sage tells us,

“We are what we imagine.”

Existence is ours

Imagined within our soul

Imagined under the stars

Quote from N. Scott Momaday, whose writings on Blood Memory continue to influence my work and thoughts

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