the other night through a trail of coyotes i reunited with an ancient piece of earth bearing many stories. there is a viewpoint there that i’ve know all my lives. i think that says something about existence. when, on the way home the still, cool land winds through congregations of juniper trees, an arroyo weaves a water trail. sagebrush, a maze that illuminates the air. i find a photo of a journeyed stairway in Peru and knew it could take me anywhere. tending the fire is our role now, to gather, prepare, then converse with the spirit of the flames. the dance of cue and element.
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