They Are Returning

2016; first; snow; summit; sage

They Are Returning!

As I was driving out on the highway tonight
outside of town
watching the sun disappear behind the mountains
with night settling in
crimson slivers of light
igniting the bottoms of cloudships

I felt the warm November winds
of the snowy high desert plateau
in an unusually hot winter

It has been a decade since this mystery
paid me a visit
but the hills of juniper and pinion
are calling me
I could hear them
as they distinctly whispered

Tonight was a desert dance of red fiery
with a light rain upon the snow
and the stillness of the clouds
and the slightest breeze swirling
around me after halting the vehicle and listening

My dreams of the old ways are returning
I felt their strong embrace
not sure what it is exactly that is haunting me?
but the taps of the rain hitting softly on the tin roof of my Suzuki
alerted me to the presence

Things that remain unknown to most
are returning to me as of late
a multitude of eternal intelligences
that provide the shrouded glimpses into the infinite
beyond this life

By Nathan Cowlishaw

My Inter-Dimensional Self

This heart of mine dreams
because I have a really beautiful soul
that knows and feels the mysteries of the Earth
And recognizes the most subtle light in the canyon
and the complex and simple sounds of the Unknown.
I’ve prayed to my Creator, daily
verbally and in thoughts,
and ponder about
The Creator of the Universe, daily
and wonder if he can really hear me, still?
Somewhere, I’m out there in interstellar space
listening to those far-distant stars
and down in the trenches of the darkest
parts of the Earth’s ocean –
And I’m up there with the traveling snow
being swept off the highest peaks
and down in the desert bottoms where
the whirlwinds whip and roam.
Love cannot be this timeless,
but it still hurts this same heart
because I am human when my eyes are open
But I’m capable of endless visions…

by Nathan Cowlishaw

Honey-lit Afternoon

Dreams of a honey lit aspen afternoon
Smiles full of laughter
Trying to keep a straight face
Lost in the reality of it…
In the simplicity of your dignity and grace

Coming off the mountain
And meandering off the desert mesa
With you nearly by my side
On a sunny summer afternoon
Singing folks songs…

And I look back on it all
And it all comes back to me
In the moment

By Nathan Cowlishaw