Sunday, January 5, 2014

At the Cave


                ... at the mouth of the cave I remember

                                                                              ... starlight in the hills / fire on rock walls

                                                    
                                        ... silence / bare shoulders touching night air





Photograph by Tiny Malone

8 comments:

  1. I have good memories of caves in the Sonoran Desert… seems like centuries ago now.

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    1. Funny how time seems to work ... :) yes, I've been in some amazing basket maker caves and I always feel as though I left a life there ...

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  2. I know the feeling. I wrote of one on my blog years ago: http://montucky.wordpress.com/?s=my+old+apache+brother.

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    1. I've read that piece and found it very interesting ... I'll be back to revisit it ...

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  3. "bare shoulders touching night air"......I really like that. It is both visual and sensual. Very, very nice!

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    1. I'm losing it ... I thought I'd responded to this ... :( thank you so much for the nice response, Bill.

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  4. Caves are very cool places to visit. I was once inside a cave that Sitting Bull spent an entire Winter. I felt a presence while I was there. Great experience.

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    1. Steven, you are an angel ... you don't know how much I needed this connection this morning ... thank you for this. It sounds like an interesting experience ... as I read your words I got goosebumps, my indication that something is very true ... :)

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