The Fangs in Heaven’s Jaw

The malignant smile of a pitiless sun is mirth this land must bear. Where pilgrim clouds brave searing skies in drafts of tortured air. Painted desert’s spirit sky beheld the mighty thaw. Bared fangs of bone and fire stone as teeth in heaven's jaw. Ancient rift in humble earth, a canyon carved in rage. Ten …

Xel Sha

Sometimes time’s passage allows perspective SS Matthews

Zen and Xel Sha

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Xel Sha

Clear water
Follows a path
Carved in patience by Time.
Pools a table of buoyant balance,
Boasting microbes and minerals of life
Bursting in clouds of color at sunset.

Xel Sha, Clear water, Mysterious depths.
Wellspring of mountainous desire
Mighty roots shrouded in vapors, in veils.
Mists of morning’s mood,
summoned from the heights, the depths.

Xel Sha (Mayan for Clear Water)
Poetry by SS Matthews

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