The terrain lays vast and speechless
Only after the sun has danced through the motions
Of it's rich descent through the western sky
And the moon dreams down upon me with favor
Familiar smells, sensations, take a whirl at
Dragging me into a past
Or egging me on towards a future
Yet I awake to the present moment
Where pain and beauty find their meeting place
Aware and ever present in each other's company
For a moment I find still peace
And the saguaro, strong and wise
Doesn't need eyes to see this
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