“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.” –Albert Einstein
The ghost sum together in the thin early morning beam of light. Their spirits look like a sharpened sword streaking across the sky burying its point into the western red rock face of the canyon. Owls returning to their nest underneath the cliffs, circle the blade of light until it shows buried to its hilt, forming the brief illusion of a star of light.
On my knees,
In the canyon of the owls of purgatory, those that see what I cannot see. Comes the scepter reaching forward by the grace of what is she. Is your sun a path of mercy, cross those eastern skies it springs. Thus I pray, let me be silent, before your turning majesty. By thy quietness, in thy beauty, what must I see that you bequeathed? Is it something predatory wanting blood from me? Are you wisdom, are you creepy, do you celebrate disharmony? Are you like that old story from my childhood, thine is the glory, I a servant beneath thy feet? So here, I kneel feeling foolish in Owl Canyon, with a light that I see. Translucent inside of me.
On my knees,
In this canyon, there are lions, those that hunt incessantly. They are archetypes of the dragon when they run, their kill they see. Nevertheless, no lion do I see, no not nothing of a mission for me. What would you have me do, without a faith or knighthood? Should I pray thy angels down? With what would I speak, when I feel my soul has drowned? Underneath thy open skies, with what should I see? The best in this canyon I feel is an inner child of mediocrity. Adonai reverse this sight for me. It is so hard not to see. Impatience rules the man in me.
On my knees,
The rising sun gathers a thin cloud across its midriff, casting a long dark belt of a shadow across the western red rock face of the canyon. Above the dark division, the rocks glow red as if they are breathing fire. Below the shadow cast a prism of colors, as if a rainbow is cast upon the lower rim of the canyon wall. For all the lack of vision, for all the willingness to try, still I have been given a sign, a promise, and a knighthood.
On my feet,
In this still canyon, early spring light bathing me. “Adonai”, Thine the glory of my question, thine that is my destiny. “Adonai”, Thine the glory of my question, thine that is my destiny. In this still canyon, early spring light bathing me. – 03.28.2019 – דָּנִיֵּאל
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Thank you.
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Amazing and beautiful Daniel. Shalom
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Thank you Erin and Shabbat shalom.
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Thank you Daniel. Shabbat Shalom to you and your family. ❤
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Your words are full of the search for something beyond what can be touched. I was mesmerized by this piece, and found myself also searching. Thank you.
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Thank you Jen for your kind words. I am happy you liked this piece.
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Your welcome.
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The last stanza (paragraph) gave me a slight chill of reverence. You have spin a well thought out psalm here Daniel.
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Thank you Alex. I appreciate your comment. Wishing you a great weekend.
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Have a good weekend Daniel.
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Dear Daniel,
Once again you touch my soul with your ability to describe your own self search in a way that I can relate too. Owl Canyon, weather metaphorically or real stands as the location where I have found myself kneeling many times. I too can appreciate the sign. Thank you. ❤
Ruby
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Thank you Ruby. I am happy you found words you could identify with in this piece. I hope you are continuing to recover from being I’ll. Have a great weekend.
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I am doing much better, thank you Daniel. Ageing is not fun. 😉
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My brother, I awoke to read your words this morning, and spent a time in contemplation over them. I rejoice with you for the sight that you have been given, the blessing of a sign, just like our father Noah, that your answer is given. Well written my friend. Shalom, Den
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Thank you brother, shavua tov. I so appreciate your comments.
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You are welcome brother. Praying for blessings for your family and you this week. Shalom, Den
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Daniel this is a raw look into the soul, beautiful and inspirational. It will be printed off as with all the other posts. Thank you.
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Hi Lynette, thank you for your kind encouraging comment. The fact that you find my work worthy of print humbles me.
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Daniel, you are welcome. I print many items to read. It makes the words seem more real to me. 🙂
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Amazing piece once again. Thank you.
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Thank you Jane, I always appreciate your kind comments.
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Your writing once again makes me think of a poignant time in my life in which I felt as if I were Don Quixote fighting windmills without a sign that it was anything but instinct. One day I saw a rainbow on the ground. (for me on the sidewalk in downtown Chicago) Then I knew I was on the right track. You have confirmed that old story in me again this morning. Thank you my young friend.
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Thank you for sharing that wonderful story with me Bill. Your sign was a very valid one for you. I am happy this piece confirmed all those things you know to be right within you. Thank you again. Daniel
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Your welcome my young friend. We all share similarities it seems when grit and hope are in play, and at those crisis points in our lives. I appreciate your thoughts and identify with many of them, that you write of on the subject. Bill
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Daniel, I find this post amazing. The prayer, psalm, thoughts, that you bare publicly are always insightful and help me think about certain situations in my own life. The need for outlook and the defining of a path is what I received out of this wonderful piece of prose. ❤
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Thank you Lauren, very kind of you to give me your thoughts after reading my prose. I am humbled. The need for outlook and the defining of a path are wonderful things.
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My path always needs defining. I define and refine on a yearly basis. 🙂
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In just a few wonderful words you go from the search to redemption to faith. Knighthood is for us all , although I do not mind being the lady. Your use of metaphors in telling this story was amazing. Loved it. A
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Hi Abigail, thank you for your comment. I think ladies can make great knights. 😉
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Enjoy the legend you continue to paint with your words mate. Keep driving, I am content to ride along. 😉
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Thank you Shaun. Always grateful to you for reading and giving me your kind feedback. 😉
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Always happy to give it. 🙂
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Daniel, I absolutely loved this amazing piece, and thought it to be one of your best. I say that often, and mean it each time. The imagery of a night kneeling in a canyon was great, all the different symbols including the owls seem to come from so many of your other writings. Once again, one of your best. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you Heather. Sorry it has taken me so long to reply, but know I appreciate your comment and reading anyway. 😉 I am happy you caught the owl connection. 🙂
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Take your time, 🙂 and you are very welcome.
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Daniel, the raising of a knight has always been a strong spiritual symbol in the western world. The components revolve so much more around the mental and spiritual forces inside than in the physical prowess. Although that too is important. You have done a great job in pointing out the vision that must be placed there in order to become a great knight. I enjoyed this piece very much. Thank you. Wang
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Thank you Wang for your great comment. I loved it. Your insight as always is wise and full of wisdom. The raising of a knight. Cool has a chill to it when I think about it. 😉
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Great piece Daniel, the barren wilderness is the best place to find one’s knighthood. Your writing as always inspires me. Have a great day.
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Thank you Scott for your comment. I agree those empty places can be where you can be filled.
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Love this Daniel, the last line repeated says it all.
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Thank you Blair, so happy you liked this piece. The last line is sometimes the funnest to write. 🙂
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❤ this! 🙂
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Thank you Lisa, so happy you liked this piece.
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Daniel I have spent time in the temple church here in London, and wondered at the amount of work it took to become a great knight. You have spelled out the spiritual side of that very well in this post. Well done!
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Hi Steve, Thank you for your wonderful comment. I have always wanted to tour the places you speak of going in London. It has to give one the greatest feeling of history to stand in such places.
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You are welcome to visit anytime. 🙂
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Might just take you up on that.
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“Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.” ― Dejan Stojanovic 😉 your piece reminded me of this quote. Great piece my friend.
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Thank you Ryan for the great quote. Actually one of my favorites. I appreciate your continued reading and commenting. Hopefully one of your knighthood deeds. 😉
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it is actually, a deed that I enjoy partaking of every time you post. 😉
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Daniel, I love the spiritual aspect to this writing. It is something that I can identify with myself. I look for a sign, faith is not enough. It is a part of our humanity. Thank you for another great piece.
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Thank you Gigi for your comment. Keep looking my friend you will find what your looking for, because you look. I never am satisfied with just one answer I always keep looking. 😉
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Thank you for the go get them speech. I needed that! 😉
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Good write Daniel, the would be knight searching meaning in a canyon strikes great imagery. It was by sight that knighthood is granted. The follow up song is a great fit.
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Thank you Darrin for your wonderful comment. I really liked the Kansas song myself. Years since I had listened to any of their music. You are right faith by sight brings the knight. Even rythmes. 😉
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🙂 simple rhythms are good.
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This read like a prayer, very emotional and filled with a genuine plea that ends with a wonderful answer..
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Thank you Petra, I really appreciate your comment. I think may be it was a prayer. 🙂
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Your welcome, it makes a beautiful prayer. 🙂
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This is one helluva canyon you speak of. Worse, it’s a purgatory. Well, you spoke of it eloquently.
Dusk & Resurrection are your impatience. The Hardy Boys keep you out of the canyon, and the Whitby Ladies are your lions.
Just some thoughts! ❦
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Hi Resa, thank you, you got it all of course very insightful of you. D&R is my impatience, the Hardy Boys keep me out of trouble, and the Whitby’s they certainly are the lions. Your thoughts sew magic. 😉
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