Many, many people regard the Rio Grande valley as a holy place. What does that mean? Well, for one thing, it seems to draw a lot of people to it that imagine or re-imagine the essence of life on this earth. This is seldom a matter of belief, rather an individual perception of what is, what flows, and what shines.
John Ashbaugh has a book out, The Gathering of the Tribes of the Earth, and reads locally.
Light is separated from darkness.
Blue is separated from Black.
Light of disc fire rises through Wind, VAYU.
Night is falling into light.
Gray dome of mist between water and Blue
Filters the disc fire.
Light passes through the veil
Between the flame of Sun and the Rose of Earth.
Tomorrow has come
But there is no yesterday
For it is still today.
From light to light through Black,
Day has not ended.
She passed through a shadow.
Now face towards the Sun,
through the path of the Heart.
RoseViolet Circle around Earth
Is the Circle of Horizon which
Our planet spins with-in.
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