Cameo

~*~

the Peace of pine needles
of yuletide poesy

of savoring simple melodies

about reindeer and good will toward men

of sleigh bells and silent nights...

...the soul soothing familiarity

the tether to tradition

something ongoing

in the face of so much transience

Epiphany displacing the ephemeral...

...if only for a little while.

~*~

e.a.a. "Hindsfeet" 12/12/11

Treasures in the Sand

~ ~ ~

A deceptive Barrenness

Defines this Desert

At first glance

A Wasteland of endless wanderings

Nothing, it seems,

But Miles and Millenia

of a vapid, vacuous Void...

To the untrained eye there is only

the unending monotonous migration

over unwieldy terrain

that takes and taxes

yielding nothing in return...

But Treasure rarely proffers itself willingly

to the Pilgrim,

Eschewing backdrops well-suited to its worth

It chooses instead the hidden places of Paradox

Demanding to be dug for, rather than doled out...

Waiting to be found by those

willing to walk this Way

who have eyes to see

Worth in the Wasteland

Rivers in the Desert

Diamonds in the Dust...

And then to travel on

Having found True Wealth

A Bedouin's Bounty
Themselves Becoming

Treasures in the Sand

~ ~ ~

e.a.a. "Hindsfeet" 12/3/11

"For they shall partake of the abundance of the seas

and of treasures hidden in the sand."

-Deuteronomy 33:19