Death Valley

I could not anticipate the inspiring effect Death Valley would have on me.

Its rolling turns captured my attention and love. The desert seems quiet and void like the imagined destination of the mind. Thoughts then have the room they needed to breath.

With calm walks clarity.

I want to remember to stop and write,

stop and see...

stop and feel...

stop and talk...

Throughout the realm of sensory perception.

I want to remember

that like a journey on foot the motorbike is but an extension, a mechanical limb.

It is a vehicle and means.

I ride the road and trail.

I am the sky and sand.

I am alive.

The whisper of seduction...
I was dreaming; This could not possibly be real.

Laying on the sand I was softly invited to stay,

to be devoured into its illusory depths,

a promise of peace and rest forever more.

And I considered.

I didn't want to leave that place.
If I could wake to those mountains every morning,
all my ambition and desire might lose away.
Life is absolute in this valley.