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Monday, December 10, 2007

 

The secrets of the sand

At 7am this morning, I walked out of my room and headed off across the desert. The sand was still cold with the night. A tractor had plowed great trenches in the sand, and I walked in the sandy tracks. I sat down on this cool sand in the early light. The sand was a beautiful soft carpet of beige, glistening. The beauty of the Mohave desert has hypnotized me since I arrived in America. Sitting there in the chill of the early morning, I felt cooled by the sands. I'm interested in the process of breaking on through. For me that doesnt involve drugs. For me that involves time and space. Whether it's in a studio during the process of recording a song, or writing the truth, or breaking through to a new understanding of a friendship or a love story, the truth comes slowly for those who move too fast. But out here I can finally move slowly enough, and the truth comes automatically, like miracles of inspiration which wash over a cooler mind. The themes of illusion vs. truth are often sorted through out here. Things that I have become too engaged with, I disengage with, and recover my center. I've found so many secrets of the sand. A space and place where all my raging city thoughts evaporate. And I am at last at one with myself and the nature all around. I sing and the sand listens. I walk and the sand receives my footsteps. I lie on the sand and the sand holds me. The sand represents so many things to me: a blank canvas, a place for me to unwind, a place to hide away from the world, a place to discover my internal world. The nothingness is so mezmerizing, and yet so abundant. Sitting on these sands, a coyote came up out of the bushes and stared at me in the early light, and then ran. When I get stuck in my own illusions,dragonfly beckons me out to the desert. Leaving it all behind, as I walk the sands, I am reborn a more conscious version of myself. Every trip is a gift out to the desert for me. I feel like it receives me generously, however tattered and beated I am. I know I will be fine, and all will be revealed in the secrets of the sand.

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