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Backyard Roadrunner © 2012 Bo Mackison ”Now then, I can easily understand why it should puzzle you that a person of my intelligence, I.Q. 207 super genius, should devote his valuable time chasing this ridiculous road runner, this bird that appears to be so skinny, scrawny, stringy, unappetizing, anemic, ugly and misbegotten. Ah, but [...] Blue Pottery on Ocotillo © 2012 Bo Mackison I lose my center. I feel depressed, scattered, in pieces. I must have time alone in which to mull over any encounter, and to extract its juices, its essence, to understand what has really happened to me as a consequence of it. ~ [...] Early Morning Coffee in the Desert © 2012 Bo Mackison Coffee is real good when you drink it it gives you time to think. It’s a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like [...] Sonoran Desert Twilight Seeing form with the whole body and mind. Hearing sound with the whole body and mind. One understands it intimately. ~ Eihen Dogen When I am in the desert, I have two responsibilities — to listen, to see. I watch as nature busies herself doing [...] Ocotillo Sunset © 2012 Bo Mackison “Something has happened To my understanding of existence That now makes my heart always full of wonder…” ~ Hafiz, The Gift I have desert dreams. They are not as tidy as I would like, but perhaps they are tidier than one would imagine. [...] Sonoran Desert © 2012 Bo Mackison West, beyond the terraced land of copper mines the earth coughs up mesquite and creosote, layered gravels holding tight the bushes’ roots, thorn scrub this land is called, or desert scrub, a swaying land, dizzying, blinding to my eyes unaccustomed to the torrential whites of desert [...] |
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