Thunder Mountain

Even though it has been one full year since returning from a writing retreat in Sedona, I feel as though I have never left.  A poem surfaced as soon as I slipped out of meditation at the Buddhist Stupas on Thunder Mountain.  It was a great moment of peace.  Closing my eyes, I still see the waning womb of light form along the mountain side as the sunset that day.  I often return to this space during sitting meditation.

September 21, 2008

Buddhist Stupas, Sedona Arizona

Thunder Mountain

Arrive a twisted Juniper

Leave a tall Ponderosa Pine

Travel back toward the Saguaros

Reflect in the rear view

Grilled salmon sunsets

Reds on Rodeo

Abide in silence at the Stupas

String prayers with pebbles

Nose, heart, hand

Sedona senses

Each person a poem

Loneliness lurks in shadows

Aloneness slow walks the path

Steadfast exposure

Raw among the Red Rocks

Faces form one mountain

Voices whisper one mantra

Turquoise truth

Towers atop

Thunder Mountain