The Colorado flows through the Grand Canyon thirsting for purpleness..
The canyon is an agent of aging rocks, but all I see is its youthful spirit...
One blackbird to far right looks like a speck in the spectacularness of the canyon..
Now burgundy appears like a fine wine dashed upon cascading ledges...
What a blessing to be released into this world and may I take care of my beloved earth mother as the Navajo did centuries ago. Every once in a while, I need to see further than I ever have before. I want to stand on the edge and let my spirit float for awhile while still in my home body.
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