Desert love song

I am writing this love song under a full August moon. Since I am a Cancer, a moon and water child of the universe, I have often wondered as I wander, what cosmic astrological energy force is there that is within me during these periods. Some spirit within me has moved me to write of this desert love. Why do I feel that need to write about this? It is almost as if I had no say in the matter, as if some form of universal energy made the decision.

I am not alone in that observation. Many writers, musicians, poets, artists, scientists, thinkers have come to that conclusion. I have found it fascinating, in a synchronistic way, that three psychics over the last 50 years, in different parts of the country, have told me that I would spend the last 30 years of my life in the desert, where I was meant to be, working with a group of free thinkers, free spirits, on a spiritual quest. And so it has happened in just that way. Three psychics, far removed from one another in difference parts of the United States.

The month is August. I have my calendar of the soul that is far more accurate than the printed one on my desk. It is in August that we have just passed through the wonder and miracle of the summer solstice, recently celebrated. The dazzling shimmering light of this period balances the winter solstice. It is the Yin-Yang of the universe, the cosmic dance of complementary opposites. The heat waves radiate out from the mountain rocks that jealously guard our home. The animals find shade and the flowers wait patiently for their daily drink. I live surrounded by miracles and I realize that we humans are only a very small part, a unit of one, symbiotically related and dependent upon all of the other billions of protoplasmic relatives.

How is it that we are all connected in some marvelous and mysterious way to the cosmic dance of solstice and equinox? This “something unknown doing we know not what.” I am in awe gazing at the flower outside my study window. A long time ago, there were no flowers, and then just before the Age of Reptiles there was a soundless explosion that lasted over a million years. It was the emergence of the angiosperms, the flowering plants. And from flowers came the mystifying emergence of man. My flower seeds have a long memory and I too, as I remember that my very existence as Homo sapiens depends on these flowers.

And I think that the flowers of a rainy spring, and the grasses of a showery summer are good and beautiful and sufficient, even though they will shortly vanish.

Under this August full moon, having followed the summer solstice, I am reminded again, that we must come to terms with non-physical reality. We came from non-physical reality and we will return to non-physical reality, two realities which are yet ONE. We are being influenced every moment of our lives by other energies from non-physical realities. It is like ultraviolet light, microwave light and infrared light and many other ranges of frequencies that coexist with our visible light spectrum and yet are invisible to us. How many other non-physical energy frequencies coexist with us and are yet invisible? The solstice and equinox reminds me that we live in the midst of and are supported by mysteries beyond our comprehension. “This Mystery” wrote Albert Einstein “that is the source of all true art and true science.”

Writing my “love song” I remember an austere desert spoke of by God to the Hebrews. The desert spoke of the stars to the Arabs and astronomy came into being. Mystics and philosophers, artists and poets with those questing for insight and truth, have always gone to the desert for inspiration.

The desert to me speaks of silence and solitude, endurance and flexibility, visions and peace, tranquility and balance. The living forms of the four-legged and the two-legged, the winged ones of the air, and the crawling ones on the ground adjust to the heat of the day and the cold of the night. And the great lush oasis of the desert canyons reminds me of the Yin and Yang of nature and how it cares for its own.

Long after our artificial cities have crumbled, the desert, with its timeless beauty, will call once again to those who have survived.

When confused and fragmented by city chaos, it is in the desert that in silence… and solitude… we find our spiritual oasis, a spiritual vision that inspires a “love song.”