desert | SOUTHWEST


Embosom with Nature's piquancy of shape and loom  
Earthly, red bedrocks; jutted towers;  carved beneath the heavenly cocoon    
Whistling wind in the thin upper dell
Sights and sounds speaks to the inner veil
Miles and miles of forms distinct
Stirs the imagination of possible hint
Beauty so alien yet so real
Sings to the heart to be still
Majesty, grandeur of prism red
Absent not the ground that bled
Magic is to the beholden
Starlight dust, all things are woven  
Beauty beyond its outer appearance
Rocks and stones touch the force of  Spirit.

– Tien Lai