Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)

[carndo]

that whisper
calling your name
within the echo
of mountains
recollections
of ancient civilizations
that once pervaded
on the edge
of rivers
that craved
stone
voices of the past
which leave clues
of how they lived
those open spaces
that most crave
instead of depraved
cities
that care not of nature

[carndo]

walking those trails
where loose slabs of slate
making one pay attention
to where one's sense of balance
is retained
yet allowing one
to explore
the mystery
of the unknown outdoors
finding those clues
of who once lived here
in the past
and if you listen
my might hear
their song

[carndo]

those sands
washed on the shore
of a river
wild
unexplored
that is full of life
yet reminds one
that nature reigns
even when
one doesn't expect it

[carndo]

people laugh at me
when I come in
with a backpack full of books
and wonder how I can write
without being distracted
I learned long ago
how to ignore those around me
and how to focus
on the subject at hand
it's only a matter of perspective
yes..
the world can be loud
obnoxious
and at times simple rude
but at the same time
one might catch an idea
from the conversations around
you never know
and you might try it
sometime
let your muse
speak to you

[carndo]

those secrets of stone
within the whisper of the mountain
where echoes find their voice
within the silence of nature
and yet...
that wisdom
soars with the eagle
when he explores
the clouds
reaching within the twilight
where in that breath
a moment
reveals new revelations
open and eternal
within a single passage

[carndo]

there's a change
that's happening here today
it's up to us
to take advantage of it
and create a better tomorrow
for too long
greed had been
the tool of destruction
and yet
many forget
the common bond
to help your brother or sister
why?
too many grow hungry
or thirsty
or feel the pain of the cold
why?
they also forget
to be caretakers of this world of ours
Why?
we are apart of it
and not the owners
it's that
that we forget
think about it
think of how
we create a better future
rather than
repeating those mistakes of the past

[carndo]

those sandstone walls
with cascading waterfalls
that rage into the gleam
of those ancestors
that walked in trails
over the southwest
into rainbows
with that gentle rain
this early spring
close your eyes
and imagine
the eagles first flight
that soars
into the horizon

[carndo]

river rhythms
speaking from shore to shore
those spaces
that reach deep within
footsteps found nowhere
in sight
deep pools founded
by the splash of the trout
in which
most fishermen would give their eyeteeth for
and yet...
somehow never found
if one listens
they might hear the otter
playing on the mudslide
or see two bald eagles soaring in the clouds
it's that freedom
which echoes
in the elegant
reign

[carndo]

moonlight
serenaded by the call of the wolf
listen for the whispers
within the breeze
those howls
that speak freedom
tranquility
which moves the heart
that breath
which sings mystery
murmuring the comfort
felt by the spirit
that rises into midnight

[carndo]

a lady of grace
yet not afraid of telling the truth
even if it cuts one to the quick
still with hands that care
a heart open wide
with the warmth for all to see
you walk in her kitchen
and you smell pinto beans and hot rolls cooking
with maybe a pot roast
mmm.... smells delicious
a welcomed southern hospitality
is definitely known in this home
where one hears
the footsteps of great grandchildren
underfoot
as laughter fills the room
and yet she doesn't mind
when supper is finished and the dishes are done
one hears the dominoes shuffled
ready for someone to play
or the canasta cards being dealt
for the next hand
but always everyone is welcome in this home of hers

[carndo]

turquoise sky
where dragon clouds
soar within the heavens
and if one looks
occasionally finds a red moon
sharing that horizon
where a coyote yips in the distance
echoes of nature
touching where it can
breathing moment by moment
hearing that lure
where only Gaia lives
currents of time
overwhelms
eternal seasons
follow footfall by footfall
where red canyons
remember when they were shores

[carndo]

eternal oceans
that rise
within those waves
currents that touch
eon to eon
those horizons felt
sunset to sunset
where that distance
transcends
reverberation
into that echo
where one hears
the call
whispers of sirine
saying...
come follow me

[carndo]

cottonwoods
that touch in the hills
where the Colorado river runs
through granite falls
within the prickly pear cactus
and sagebrush
followed with cattle
mourning into that yellow sunset
and if you listen
you'll hear
the coyotes yipping
when a full moon rises
into the night

[carndo]

warmed in the midsummer sun
found in those sunsets
that rage into the night
starlight pungent within the smile of the moon
orbiting echoes
that remember an old ancient song
harmonies within the stone of the mountains
rivers that whisper
that need for water
yet remember
symphonies of eld forests
and the smile of Gaia herself

[carndo]

inconsequential
within that meaning
where for most
it doesn't
and yet if you examine it
it does matter
if only for a moment
yet most never do