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Reaching Across The Rim and Around the World
On Top of the Mogollon Rim
By Kaya Kotzen
Up on the rim
with only the sounds of the winds speaking loudly
through the trees,
the views amazing
rolling hills and mountain peaks
that one can see for miles,
covered in green with red soil patches
It is astounding, this pine and red dirt of the Southwest.
It has it’s own unique magnificence much like
other wonders of the world.
We sit on the edge, on chairs atop of rocks, overlooking it all,
the wind blowing loudly over and around us.
It cries for us to pay attention as it bends the tree
branches around us everywhere.
If it could speak, the wind would say
“remember the cold that I bring which will
come in a few months time.”
It would say “ this is the playful season”,
pausing to blow the heat of the day away.”
It would say “remember that I am as strong as you are weak,
and that the seasons of your life do change as readily as I blow.
Never forget the impermanence of your life,
the tenuousness of good health, and
the ease with which you walk on steady legs and feet.
Remember how quickly life can change,” it tells me.
“Honor it, it, respect it
and bring gratitude to each and every moment.
The best of life is in front of you,
not behind you anymore.
Make space for it to come in.”
As the wind begins to soften
and sways the tree branches everywhere,
I contemplate it all
and I let it wash away the fears and doubts from my past
the wild blue yonder.
The wind cleanses and heals as it speaks
and as we sit and allow it all to be,
we are renewed.