Thoughtz
On The Trail
The wind blows and the sand shifts, but the desert remains the same. The thorns and barbs still survive against the summer sun. There in the brier and shadow live the myriads of creatures that abound in this desolate landscape. The trail behind leads me ever forward along the trodden path. I only perceive my wandering adventures, and behold the view at the edge of the desert. This was mine to survey in silence. It left an image that was burnt into my heart and in my soul the desert remains. The desert was mine that day and the desert's door was the door to my back yard. This was a place for me, a place where I belong.
Seek that one road that leads to a place of pristine beauty. I would be miles out along a lonely road, to reach a crest whose view was breathtaking, for a memory that could last a lifetime. One could only have that memory if they were there, at that time, day, or year. With just the right light, or the right breeze, to capture that moment when the sun sets or raises.
As long as time spans we will seek out ways to explore, to ride the trail, to go nowhere and everywhere. I would step out and map our impressions of the world around us. As nature is a part of the desert, I am a part of the same. I cannot be parted from it, to be banished from it I would lose myself. The sand is in my blood, and the wind is my song. I long to be there baking my heart in the desert sun. My soul is capturing the landscape in my dreams forever, on the trail.
Take a journey be brave step out and find where the trail may lead, Learn what it is to be a mile away from civilization, at peace. Don't close the door to all you may learn, but open it wide for all to come.
The Spirit Of The Desert
The birds were singing loudly the praises of the summer. I sat quietly in the warm early morning air pondering on all that awaits me for the summer. I've heard it all! People say, "How hot is it?" What do you do out here? Who would want to live here?" I thought of all the questions. That brings me back to home. Where am I? What keeps me here?
True its Hot! I can't deny that. But it's only as hot as you think you make it. At first I blink once or twice, but then it's the warmth of love that I feel. As God sets his place before us. I feel the sand and all the ages that have walked upon it. I am glad I'm here. "How hot is it?" Hot as an oven and bright as the sun. It's all in the way you view it.
I do the same things everyone else in the world does. I wake, I work, I play, and O sleep. "What do you do?" I go shopping like everyone else. I go to the movies. I like to watch the children grow. "What do you do?" I just watch my view of the world in open field of cactus and sand. People would think you live under a rock and just come out to lie in the sun once in a while. Well, I guess I'm a lizard too. Rocks are fine.
I've lived here twenty years. Why you ask? It is my home in the desert. The place where the wind never stops and the sun never sets. I believe there is something greater in this world than what we can see or call a place. It is something that binds us together and keeps us happy. Against the world it is a place of hope and peace to rest our heads. A place like my home where the sun shines brightly, the cactus is abundant, and there are miles of sand and no beach.
This is the true spirit of the desert. It is all that leads you here and keeps you. It is the something that is greater than we are. This is the legacy God has given us. To live life and take it all in, all it's warmth.
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