“They find joy in motion, which transforms their lives into unending odysseys. Their souls are brightly burning streaks of light across the universe—constantly traveling in an endless dance across space and time.” – Zita Steele
We are two chums in the high desert, out near the dump, near the dragon! We are here to paint the sand to seal our destiny, and to travel far away, on this long dark night. On this long dark night.
From the center out, we brushed our way through, colors of the earth and sun, with our own different hues. A painting under constellations that gave us clues. While first man talked, first woman brought us through, to the other side, on this long dark night. On this long dark night.
One by one we turn to two, dark filled Ravens by a cobalt blue, folding dragons our wings non flew, an ark from heaven, my friend me and you. Desert stories while young men sleep. We paint the colored sand from deep, to deep, drawing lines between our times, closing out the devil and the evil eye, on this long dark night. On this long dark night. Bended shoulders to what may come, the better we are, when we count as a sum, first the planet and then the sun, drawing a labyrinth where we may run. When time has ended and the world has stopped, we will step through the doorway, where our painting plots. To a new galaxy, a different moon. We will draw our new lives to escape our doom, while there is still time, and the sand is cold, on this long dark night. On this long dark night.
The mesa vultures, and the scorpions too, came and surrounded us while we drew. All dead creatures of things to come from the twenty-first century, when time is done. Dark angels, and soulless men, depraved demons in the craft of sin. All the past and the future too, hovered nearby but could not come through. Our seal of lines, on this long dark night. On this long dark night. First the pollen and then the corn meal, the San Juan sand, and the gypsum to heal, the universe of layers within us we seal in a turquoise bind. His brown eyes open, mine open too, we chant then we sing of the bridge on through, to the other side. To the other side. Boys translucent to the dead of night, a new moon existent, it will be all right, on this long dark night. On this long dark night.
From the center out, we brushed our way through, colors of the earth and sun, with our own different hues. A painting under constellations that gave us clues. While first man talked, first woman brought us through to the other side, on this long dark night. On this long dark night.
We are two chums in the high desert, out near the dump, near the dragon! We are here to paint the sand to seal our destiny, and to travel far away, on this long dark night. On this long dark night. – 10.18.2020 – דָנִיֵּאל
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Thank you. 🙂
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This is incredible!
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Thank you Tara. Very happy you liked this.
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You are welcome. 🙂
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What a great adventure you have taken us all on Daniel. Thank you. 🙂
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Hi Scott, thank you for your comment. I am happy you found the adventure up to standards. 🙂
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More than one could hope for! 😉
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Daniel there are so many beautiful layers here. You write at your best from that mystical creative soul place inside of you. I do believe you do time travel. 😉 ❤
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Hi Lauren, ha ha I wish on the time travel. I appreciate your kind comment, and as always am thankful for you following and commenting on my work. 🙂
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You wear time well, and I am waiting for your next destination. 😉
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What an incredible write. Your imagery is dynamic. It was as if I was there.
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Thank you Tiffany, very kind of you to say that. I like to write using all senses but especially that inner picture is what I rely on the most.
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The imagery is different for me and that is why I love reading writing that are full of visual thought. 🙂
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Right there with you on that. Probably why I choose the macabre to read most of the time. 😉
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❤ this!
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Thank you Sierra, Happy you liked this. 🙂
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🙂 u are welcome!
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Dearest Daniel,
I suspect you already know I am going to say I adore this amazing piece. The mystery in you runs deeply, and I love it every time it is on display in your masterful writing.
❤
Ruby
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Hi Ruby, As always thank you for your kind words about something I write. I am humbled by your compliments. I hope you are doing well. 🙂
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Dear Daniel,
Always my pleasure. I am doing well, just not looking forward to another winter n Michigan, I do love the autumn though.
❤
Ruby
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Stay warm Ruby, perhaps a move to Arizona .
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I love the sandpainting the way you mixed time travel and mythology and the Guster song fits perfectly. 🙂
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Thank you Lorna for your kind comment. I too really liked the Guster song. 🙂
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I enjoy being a bystander watching your dreams. Amazing writing. 🙂
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Thank you Mimi, happy to have you in the dream. 😉
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Hi Mimi, Thank you. I am humbled by your compliment.
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I have many favorite lines in this one. I love the theme, it feels adventurous. 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤ Shabbat shalom.
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Thank you dear Heather. I am always humbled by your kind words and support. It is the great adventure.
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It is a thrill to be on the ride. ❤ ❤ ❤
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All good company! 😉
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Bright eyed, and adventurous down to the very last one of us. 😉 🙂
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One of your best friend. Brought my youth back to me in the warp. Bill
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Hi Bill, I thank you because my goal is that constant youth in the warp, for you, me and everyone.
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This is amazing. Love it.
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Thank you me lady. How are things going with those Lost Boys? 😉😁
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They are still so very…lost….
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Ha ha..😂
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Sorry. I sure was bad. But a lost boy needs to be navigated on the right direction….Correct?
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Yep his mortal soul cannot no longer rely on instinct. Well may be in certain areas. 😉
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Abso. One must take a hand.
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Absolutely thrilling to read gave me good chills. 🙂
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Thank you Jane. I am always thrilled by your comments. 😁
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Once again brother you have brought out the inner adventurer and boy in me through your magical words. I hope you never stop. Shabbat shalom, Den
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Thank you brother. I am humbled by your remark, as that was my goal. Shalom, Daniel 😉
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You have my welcome and my thanks then brother. Shalom, Den
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Thank you Dawn. 🙂
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Interesting post. I was intrigued by the symbolism and time travel. Your use of adjectives is amazing.
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Hi Jordin, I appreciate you commenting, and am happy you liked this piece. I too am interested in both symbolism and time travel.
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Another time travel piece. I think I am seeing a link here Daniel. Yes I did follow the links…;)
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Thank you Amy for following the link. I am a bit into time travel. Hopefully not over the top. 😉
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Beautifully mysterious and descriptive.
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Thank you Erin for reading and commenting. I am happy you liked this piece. 🙂
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Truly loved it. 🙂 You are welcome.
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I love these pieces you do from your childhood. The Southwest setting is perfect for these types of topics. Thank you once again for another amazing write. 🙂
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Hi Raquel, Thank you. The pieces from my childhood are my favorites to write, as you know the Southwest and New Mexico specifically hold a special place in my mind and heart.
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The Southwest is a very special place to me as well as you know. I look forward to each piece that you write that takes me back there. Growing up near Flagstaff, AZ I am very familiar with Sandpaintings, and what they represent, so this story was of particular interest to me. 🙂
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Flagstaff is a very neat place. A lot of mysticism in the mountain.
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True, my grandfather used to talk to the spirits there. No one thought he was crazy.
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I bet they didn’t. That is really cool.
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I adore this Daniel.
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Thank you Tella, I am so happy that you enjoyed this. 🙂
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Daniel this is an incredible story, I love the link back to the Chums post which was one of my favorites from your past writings. I am assuming the other person in this tale is your Navajo friend? Hope you are doing well.
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Hi Lynette, I am so excited you did the Chums trace, I was hoping somebody would and am not surprised that you did. Thank you my friend for commenting and reading. Yes the other person in the tale is my Navajo friend. 😉
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Your welcome Daniel. I am one to follow the links in every story. One gains so much background information that way. 😉
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Fascinating writing I enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you Sandy. I am happy that you liked this. 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂
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I had to come back to this one after the weekend and tell you it was going in there with the top five of ur writings from your childhood. You have some deep lessons in your thought my friend, and I appreciate tangling myself up with them. 😉
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Ryan you humble me where I should be. Thank you my friend. Happy this went into your top five.
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I’ll say the same thing next time but each time I say it….it is true. 😉
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Loved “The Sandpainting”. It was rich in description, and kept my imagination active with its imagery. 🙂
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Thank you Rhoda, I am humbled by your kind comment. Imagery is where we have been where we are and where we are going to. At least IMHO. 😉
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For sure images play an important part in everything we do. 🙂
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Daniel this is a modern day Tom Sawyer adventure, or may be Tom Swift. Both are Tom’s. 😉 I enjoyed this. Both fun and deep reading. 🙂
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Ha ha b I th are Tom’s. Thank you Darrin happy you liked this.
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It was a good one for sure. You are welcome. 🙂
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First the pollen and then the corn meal, the San Juan sand, and the gypsum to heal, the universe of layers within us we seal in a turquoise bind. His brown eyes open, mine open too, we chant then we sing of the bridge on through, to the other side. Really the way it is done. 🙂
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Thank you Itsa for your kind comment. True it is the way it is done. 😉
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Interesting writing Daniel, your imagery is in top form in this one. I enjoyed the Guster song as well. Goes well with your topic.
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Hi Carmel, Thank you. I loved the Guster song. New group to me.
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One of the things I like about your blog, not only the writing but the new music you introduce me to.
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Thank you Carmel.
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❤ 🙂
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Thanks Lisa. Shalom. 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂 ❤
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What rich joyful prose you have. The Second paragraph was chilling in descriptive language and was my favorite. Well done.
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Hi Ti, Thank you for your comment. I am happy that you liked this. Welcome to my blog. 🙂
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Yet another gem, Daniel. Flows so well.
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Thank you very.much my friend, I appreciate your comment.
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