A Thousand Miles from Nowhere?
They ask me why I live way out here,
so distant from the "real world".
Here, I live in harmony with my daily affairs
together with the mountain,
raging wind music,
sage and cedar.
My heart at peace, loving even the fierce cold.
They've never seen the golden eagle sit on the front gate
or the killdeer bring tiny babies foraging in the yard
feigning injury to the dogs.
Or the herd of antelope that runs down the lane
like a school of fish in front of the truck.
Our horses stand grazing near the house- fat and frisky.
I'm amazed at the wildflowers, which struggle to blossom,
at the cataract cascading through granite
during spring runoff,
at the Milky Way in a clear velvet midnight.
My words of truth are written with a sunbeam.
Here the knowledge of the universe shines
from each creature's eyes.
The earth gives birth, nourishes, and takes back to itself.
Each new dawn is a miracle.
On the peak I can sit in a peach colored cloud
hoping to grow beyond greed and selfishness,
to perceive truth.
The full moon rising is my symbol for wholeness.
This is my home, my refuge.
I tell them,
"This is the real world".
Lynn Thomas - Muddy Creek
