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At the base of Heaven

By Tony BacaPublished about a year ago 1 min read

The deafening of Nature’s silence gently seeks thy soul. As I gaze upon this stellar canvas of which I must behold.

A vision of which elicits tears as I as escape the grasp of slumber. A river flows between these Sandstone walls with the sound of distant thunder.

The frequency of which I seek, a pulse in silence calls. Encrypted by the Superior Power thus held by Quantum laws. I shed the academic scrolls devised as pure deception, and follow my true compass, beyond the insurrection.

The Hualapai Indians freely chant their ancient sacred verses. Embracing me with their loving touch to fend off foreign curses. None of which compares to this immense and natural wonder, nor shall it fall to the greed and pillaging of intruders treacherous plunder.

The Great Spirit has washed upon me in a way of reborn vision. And my heart now sings a melody of sweet and pure precision. How I long the days have passed to return to my companion. And venture once again someday to the base of thee Grand Canyon.

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Tony Baca

Just gathering inspiration along the way in this thing we call "Life." I prefer to write about the trials and tribulations of societal issues, but will immerse myself in a few other genres as well. Please drop by and say Hello! Cheers..

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  • H. J. Levonabout a year ago

    Entrancing! I love the symbolism and ancient connections to nature here.

  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a year ago

    Tony, this is so appreciable!

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