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Land Out of Time
Oh, where to find
Great moments
Of nonrecordable time -
A place
Where souls may fly,
A grand-land
That begots life to live - and death to die -
Only one region
Can there be,
The mysterious American southwest desert
Wild land of eternity.
Tarry long in this nature
Read her as a book,
Linger over every line
Stopping often to take an extra look -
The mind may arise with revolt
Trying all to see with reason,
But, let the heart saunter, while quietly receiving
The timeless beauty of each and every season.
Hike here with purpose
Not with casual passing to a destination,
For this journey is
Pure sensation -
Come here to find
Great mystery into which we belong,
To hear and to sing
The spirit's living song.
Words fail to touch
What souls deeply feel,
Time and space dare not bear
The moments that worlds and men can never conceal -
For here the ages cease
While life ever moving, continues through,
This land touched by God...
And understood by so very few.
poem
by
Smoky Hoss
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