The Garden Canyon

the Mother of Father of our creation has been seeded long before the waters came twice and one mother separated with Flint into the earth while the other mother separated into Heaven with Stone. now the water level lifted before the rains came and the earth separated for the flood to be swallowed and in the hidden caves as the water fell softly and slowly over the sides of this canyon. and thus was the beginning that was born for the Native American Indian to survive in the grand canyon above the waters that destroyed the world.

O’ Great Spirit

i look up and saw the rain drops falling down into my eyes as the world falls from from the dust of my hands held high and loosely for tomorrow rising into the Heavens above with wisdom and all the glory from Our Great Spirit.

A Handful of Dust

God gives you the world and all you get in return is a hand full of dust to hold to. and thus when held tightly you hold less soil in your hand but the looser you hold on to this soil the more you have.

Valleys of Rest Under the Shadows of Heaven

trust from the dust of the yielding field, shall one open the thirst of the lands to become taken but the lord is hard and giving true water when the horse runs dry and the valley enters into a slumber given to yield in the depth of our sleep time creating under the roots and rivers of the death we follow and gather in the shadows of our own true Heavenly garden taken forest under the thoughts invoked through Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.

The Cowboy and Desert

the lone as a guardian angel in the womb of Heaven who sees fit to bring back our Lord as the saddle of God’s harness.