Following the White Rabbit down some provacative rabbit holes.
Opening the gates of more questions, just gotta know.
Opening the gates of a dark resurrection
As the story is told, a dark lord sleeps in a tomb
What beast comes?
From the abyss,
To be slayed by our Lord of Light
From the mist,
To be slayed by The Lord’s terrible swift sword
Our God Almighty
To be awake shock proof, and floored
“We shall all be free”
Son says “ Perception is reality”
Lone Bald Eagle on the beach
Deschuttes River to sea
Another lone Bald Eagle flys east to my left
Elva, says don’t blame biden for the gas pricess, I bite my lip
Parked across the street from the Bakery,
A Father, Daughter holding hands walking to school,
Wishing I was again that Dad, in memory,
Bakery line full,
Bread, coffee cake, coffee, cinnamon roll,
The rolling desert hills grass is sweet green
The highest hills dotted snow white
The trains scream
Bald Eagle west in flight,
The barges trek east on the blue river
Passing Bargeway Lane
Upon the shores of the Big River
Adjacent to the tracks and train,
Music on Quicksilver,
Sun Light comes as it gently rains.
The Gorge winds sends a shiver
Boundaries come with some growing pains,
Sacred boundaries give to her,
Out west plenty of space,
The rocky stone cathedral canyons yield,
Protecting The Rivers meandering Grace,
God, please take the wheel,
March Monday 4th takes her place,
Sun, clearly off and ons,
Clouds quickly come and go,
Over these watering ponds,
Music turned all to 38 blaring,
Past the point of … of caring
Running with the Midnight Rider
Hanging out with the Allman Brothers
Another Bald Eagle sailing West,
A Lone Man walking out in the middle of nowhere,
Compelled to stop and ask can /may I help you,?
Outside cold, windy, on the high desert plains,
Hey how do you do?
Clouds dark to the west with coming rains
Mile Post 39
By the old Homestead,
Karl Morris pulls his back pack in the van
Extremely polite and well traveled,
Drop him off at The Maupin Market,
Buy him some coffee, and other goodies,
Head up to original destination, meet Nick, at the Athletic Club we’ve met.
Pick up Jeanne D. 4/28 Birthday is 91 sharp as a tack.
An investigational journalist, I said may I take you out to the Bakery
Miss Jeanne I will be back
Some days are absolutely breathtaking how everything flows
I’ll be back…to the waking, opening scripture, praying, driving downhill on the track, down to the river, to the towns, and back roads, to wherever, only dispatch and God knows.