November 26, 2006
Heading H(om)e...and Taking the Inner River With Us
how does one write words (forms) about a formless miracle of Ku (Void)?
yesterday Ananda and i lost ourselves in a sweeping 6-hour Time/Space Warp next to the Rio Grande after Ananda and i did a club road ride up on the High Desert Mesa. i chatted with John (owner of the new and utterly FANTASTIC bike shop up in Rio Rancho: High Desert Cycles) as the miles breezed beneath our tires across the sagebrushed earth, it was heaven for me to catch up with the local 'gossip' of my old cycling bros in the Land of (spiritual) "Entrapment" known as New Mexico. After a 2.5 hour ride for me, i took Ananda to an old place turned new near the pueblo of Tamaya and...we just merged. hours flew by as if they were minutes, and soon enough we were kissing beneath a setting Grandfather Sun and crimson sky air brushed with wisps of clouds like hawk feathers spread above us. Cottonwoods and bleached patchgrass unrolled before us as the Grand River became a liquid bed for incoming Sandhill Cranes...
our meditation of natural joy and blessed Native tempo
shall become our own inner river now as we start
back across the Ancient Lands toward Kinlani
and await the Snows...
head bowed along the Noble Path of Great Practice,
the wandering mountain yogi
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