Travel Guide For Life;

What I See From Mountain To Sea; M.A.C.

JALALUDDIN RUMI SAID:

"Travel brings power and love back into your life ."

Riding the dunes at 9 mile hill.

It is December 1991

After the Winter Solstice 

The days will now get longer 

Longer with each passing night 

Clouds are beautiful 

Clinging to the mountain tops

Clinging to the sides

Of  Sandia Mountain Range 

Drifting through the clefts 

Mountain upon mountain 

Drifting along the peak tops 

Floating along the slopes

Through the rugged canyons

Emerging, passing, creeping 

About Sandia Crest

About Tijeras Canyon 

The clouds and mountains 

Together are beautiful 

The abyss and the above

Both are keeping still 

Water above Earth 

Water on Mountain 

Some obstruction here 

Let the cold pass 

So that warmth may come 

Cloud bank obstructs 

In all its beauty 

Around about the mountains 

To overcome difficulties 

Dealing with the cold 

Seek the middle 

Yield to it with preparation 

Not trying to counteract 

Not trying to hide from it

But by proper preparation 

Stock up on the wood

Gather together all the wool 

Friends, warm clothes, work,

Hot apple cider, and stews.

These are your best tools

To ride the middle road 

Through the cold 

Until

The coming of the warmth 

After the Winter Solstice 

Days growing longer 

Nights growing shorter 

Sun rises higher 

Higher into the sky 

Mankind is not free

Mankind is dependent 

On the ways of nature 

Mankind will turn inward 

When we must 

Can introspect 

To fully prepare 

Gather all we need 

To persevere 

Until the coming of the warmth. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hot air balloons can be seen in Albuquerque skies throughout the year.

Looking up Canyon Road in Santa Fe NM.

People so often do not see

What they see

People so often do not see

A man throws a piece of paper 

Out of the window of his car

The paper rolls into the weeds

It stays there for weeks 

The man passing by each day 

His eyes glance by it every time

And what does he see?

Anything except for 

That piece of paper. 

Fruits, vegetables and HAIKU.

NO WRITING  TODAY 

NO INSPIRATION FOR ME 

MAYBE TOMORROW...

Sonora trip verse #1:

Sitting in my

1979 Dodge van 

Sweating profusely

Even after 2100

In the small village

Called Cocorit

Near the large

City Obregón

In the southern part of

Sonora Mexico.

Spent one thousand pesos

For a Toranja Mineral Water

Again spent un mil pesos 

Por un más Toranja 

Sweating profusely

Hoping van will start

Note that needle

Not showing a charge

Possibly van too hot 

I know I am...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Entrance to Trombinos'

Sonora Road Trip verse #2:

I take a book to read into a café 

The book called The Beat Vision 

The café called Café Lupita 

Five Hundred pesos

For plain mineral water

One thousand five hundred 

For jugo de naranja 

Which is fifty percent water

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SONORA ROAD TRIP VERSE #3: The scraggly dressed children... Who hit me up for change... Less than a minute after I arrived... And parked my van... Are the same children... that hit me up for change...In the exact same place... With, it seems, them in the exact same clothes...As yesterday...

Blood Flower Super Moon before a lunar eclipse.

Sonora Road Trip verse

#4

Back in the van

Writing these verses by candlelight

Because the refraccionoria

I am parked next to

Now has its lights turned off

Closing at 2130

Myself sweating profusely

Sweat falling from my forehead

Although the doors and windows

Are wide open

Just hoping the van starts tomorrow

In Sha Allah...

The start of a lunar eclipse and a poem:

Sonora Road Trip verse #5

He had to get the door open himself.

He walks with a crutch.

The crutch is all taped up.

The tape is colored blue.

They needed a hammer to open the window.

Their pans for cooking

Their cups for drinking

Are kept up on the roof.

Roof made of cardboard

placed on tin sheets and wood planks.

No furniture at all

Only buckets that hold

Their food and such...

 

En Unidad Hay Poder

Sonora Road Trip verse #6

They tell each other dirty jokes        And cut each other down          

They cook their food                           on a fire pit                                 Between the hut and the ocean       They are fishermen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lunar eclipse in progress and poem:

Sonora Road Trip verse #7

Hut gets worse every year               Open for a few weeks                      When there is fishing to do               Now we are waiting                      Government is preventing               Any fishing at all                                They can come around                       In their boats.                                   With their guns.                                 Could not fish today anyway.            Wind is strong.                          Waves are large.                              An almost hurricane     Stirring up the ocean.                   Las Bocas.                                          Sonora                                        Most have gone home.                   To Huatabampo                            To La Unión.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our vitamins for the week.

Sonora Road Trip verse #8

"Somos muy frijoleros."                     Yes, the mexicans eat lots of beans. Lots of beans and tortillas.              Tortillas of corn or flour.                White, yellow, maize, harina.       They have very large trees in their patios                                         These are extensions of their humble homes.                               They provide spaces for relaxation and fun                                           For rest out from the sun.             Trees often hold things like bird cages, utensils, reptiles.  Or macas for relaxation in the shade out from the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our vitamins for the week.

Sonora Road Trip verse #9

She has to do her work                     by candlelight.                                  Although the lampara sheds some soft light. 🕯️                                     And so does the fire 🔥.                 The men sit in the dark.                    Talking about the ranch, work, friends.                                                If they have been drinking beer or tequila that may have diced apples in it.                                                     The ranch is beautiful and tranquil.                  Me lying on the maca looking up at the bright stars.                         Rode a horse today.                        It would gallop when I least expected it.                                 We two times,2, around the patio, to, too                                          And down to the well.              With a Pacifico in hand

Singing:                                         

"La Vida No Vale Nada."