The farther you venture into The Maze, the less the trail invites and the more alluring becomes a densening forest of boulders and huge mounds of boulders. They urge you to venture deep into the sunrise and the light that surely comes to enlighten wonders.
The trail is not difficult at first, and retreat seems not unlikely. Jewels beside the path hint of riches on ahead.
Wildlife doesn’t run away, and flowers bloom here, while
desert all around lies parched.
You come a stone god, more ancient than the Pyramids, central
to The Maze. Stand or kneel in awe
awhile, then be on your way. But beware,
don’t go too far; the many side paths and missing sections of trail become weak
in memory. Turn back while you still
remember every turn. 
What fun! I do so love your commentary -- your style of expressing your playful perspective on this existence.
ReplyDeleteThanks John, These rocks are so much fun to play with that there must be something serious about them.
DeleteLovely language!
ReplyDeleteThank you for transporting us to The Maze, which I was new to me but understandably alluring. I appreciated your including the stone as well as the wild creatures and the reminder that the paths can be bewildering. Hope you brought your bread crumbs!
ReplyDeleteGlad to have you along, Joan. Care to join me in the House of Horrors? Maybe another day.
DeleteCongratulations Sharon. You’ve helped others to play with the veil of enchantment in Joshua Tree, that magical place which is worth dying for, but only if you return alive. Your motto?
ReplyDeleteSkip the PTSD
Play with me!
Let us play a Game of Contrast, Ed. I’ll show a hike I took, not well conceived, and show it well. You show what PTSD is. I’ll take the easy side, you take the hard. We shake on it; the game begins, both sides win.
Deleteno breadcrumbs
ReplyDeletebut words
she lures the lost
and found
and still
to be determined
She lures the still to be determined; that’s the way it works on these adventures—undetermined, then later a sheet is pulled off a new sculpture.
DeleteShe lures the still to be determined; that’s the way it works on these adventures—undetermined, then later a sheet is pulled off a new sculpture.
DeleteWithout your eyes I’d never see this world. Without your words never know the small delights. What would your nose & ears tell us?
ReplyDeleteWell, Bill, My nose would tell you that a certain desert bush smells like cheese, so they call it cheesebush. My ears say there's a dove somewhere.
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