lands of
home
a stillness hangs in
the air in early morning
as ribbons of
light appear over the cliffs
rising up to the sky
to greet the rising sun.
the sands begin to
warm on the canyon floors below.
a new day, a new beginning,
a time to renew.
one hikes down a
trail, deeper into the canyon,
searching for one
place to stop, to think,
to reflect on all that has happened,
and to wonder
about this uncertain
future.
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how can anyone not
understand
the meaning of the
land to many?
the land is a part
of a person's spirit.
it is what makes people
who they are.
it is their driving
force, their being.
it is the sacred nature
of the land
that many outsiders
do not understand.
but can they be made to
understand,
or are they just too
blind, too selfish to see?
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the land pulses
through a person's blood.
no matter where a
person is, the land still calls.
it calls in times
of troubles;
it calls in times
of loneliness;
it calls in dreams
and thoughts;
it calls to those
who wander away
but know they must return
to be whole again.
is it just the
land that does all this?
no, it is all
that is a part of it.
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so much is associated
with the land,
the landscapes, the
plant life, the animals,
even the weather makes
it what it is.
to be away from this
land brings nothing
but lack of balance and harmony
to the life lead.
there is always a
deep, constant longing,
a desire to go home
again, to walk the lands,
to revel in their
beauty, "to walk in beauty."
this is what the lands
bring, something found no where else.
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in arizona, awesome
sunrises and sunsets splash across the skies,
the quiet dignity of the deserts, the red
rock of oak creek canyon,
the majestic mesas
and the towering monoliths of Monument Valley,
the
Superstition Mountains steeped in mystery and in legend,
that call some home
to a wilderness teeming with desert life,
and canyons which
offer serenity for those who seek it,
needing it in their lives, to
escape the maddening crowd,
all can not
begin to be rivaled anywhere else.
so much is offered
here to those who know the land well.
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it is the legends that
surround it as well.
for the diné four sacred mountains --
to the east, Blanca Peak in Colorado,
to the south, Mount Taylor in New
Mexico,
to the west, San Francisco Peaks
in Arizona,
and to the north, La Plata Mountain
in Colorado
to leave this land
surrounded by these mountains
would mean certain
death to a way of life --
it would mean cultural genocide.
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so how can one not
understand or care about all this?
the answers are unfathomable
to those who know
the true meaning of
this land connection,
something perhaps
unexplainable but a part of the life.
yet there are those
who cannot or refuse to see this
because they rape
her continuously in the name of progress,
not thinking of the
displacement of others as a result,
or how this violates
the sacredness of Mother Earth.
these are the people
who are ruled by the green they see.
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these are the truly
displaced people, the ones without a home,
no where to go to;
they are the true lost ones who don't even know.
they are the ones
who need to become reacquainted with the land,
its meaning, its importance
in their lives, or they will be doomed,
yes, doomed to wander aimlessly,
with no roots, with no connection,
to remain lost as
long as they continue to tear at Mother Earth
only to satisfy their
constant quest for monetary gains,
not caring who is
hurt nor what they do to the land.
it is they who have
broken the circle, causing an uncertain future.
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it is this future that causes deep concern,
one that bothers many, those who know the danger.
so they continue to fight, to stand up to those who destroy
without thinking, to bring back the harmony, the balance,
that which those greedy others seem determined to usurp.
the land means everything, it is everything. it must be preserved.
for whom one might
ask? it is for those who will come after us,
the seventh generation ...
what will be left here for them?
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