Silence

Because sometimes the mind won’t stop writing…

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“Silence your mind
Silence your fear
Silence it all
Then you will hear

The birth of creation
The dusk of today
The light of tomorrow
All gathered to play

Demolish the cities
Crowned high in unrest
They topple and fall
Giving life to our best

What’s more to the core
Of you and of me
We’re tethered together
Impossible to flee

Look down to your feet
Sinking into the Earth
The bones of this body
Reflect not your worth

For all I can see
For all that I know
I watch from within
My love only does grow

Real beauty resides
In the shimmer and gleam
That the heart shouts to each
While bursting it’s seams

No prison or cage
No city or house
No country or state
Will be able to rate

My love for you all
Every person to flea
Unconditional at worse
Will it ever be

Wake up to me now
From yourself rise within
Take hold of our reins
And we’ll soar to new planes

You have the power
The power is me
Just open your eyes
And together we’re free”

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Darling Sweet Darling

Darling, sweet darling

Dare you undress

Laying there naked

While I caress

 

The soul of your body

The soul of your being

The soul of our love

While both hearts are beating.

 

Darling, sweet darling

I want you stripped down

To the core of what makes this great world spin round

You in I

And I in you

Forever together like two pieces do.

 

Darling, sweet darling

Oh don’t close your eyes

This is the part with no surprise

With hands interlocked

Searching for more

To the shore of existence

The shore of before.

 

Darling, sweet darling

Laying there stripped

Of the eyes of tomorrow

While showered with bliss

Turn over your body

Your mind I will kiss

It’s the essence of you that I’m going to  miss.

 

Darling, sweet darling

Our memories are gold

It’s your mind not your body that I longed to hold

Laced in a time

Where your skin played the part

I refuse to compete with the mimes of your heart.

 

Darling, sweet darling

It’s love that I need

The love that the forests of yesteryear bleed

Where thirst is quenched by rivers with ease

And hunger quieted by the rustling of leaves.

 

Darling, sweet darling

Oh why can’t they see

That their valleys are shackled with man made debris

The cities ignite with a rush of great fire

No wonder they’re all so bleak and so dire

My mountains our mountains they sing and they preach

To heavens and galaxies far beyond reach.

 

Darling, sweet darling

I want you exposed

The flesh is as worthless as all of your clothes

With eyes full of longing

With eyes full of hope

Tomorrow perhaps will be just a joke.

 

Darling, sweet darling

Time brings anew

Moments of clarity sparkling with dew

Refreshed from our history

Refreshed from your past

Maybe just maybe these moments will last

The cage has been lifted

The sky turns to clear

I wonder how long it’ll take you to hear.

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Sierra Mapping Project in the Clovis Independent

A few months ago my local newspaper, The Clovis Independent, ran a story on Sierra Mapping Project. Links have a tendency to go inactive after a certain amount of time so I’ll post the text article on my site so it’s still accessible after the link times out. Enjoy!

 

http://www.fresnobee.com/news/local/community/clovis-news/article47340210.html

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Dust to Dust

“The night was empty. Endless turns down roads that never ran out. The wheels spun under gravel that hung in the air like my plea for you. My heart still bleeds for a love long taken. Buried underneath the weight of a dying sun my car sped further into the darkness of a black hole. The pull was unrelenting as I let my foot lay heavy on the pedal of our love. Every corner began a new cry. A new plea. Lost in this galaxy as you watched from above. Tears clutched my chest with the vengeance of gravity weighing down my earthly body. I need you. To hear your voice. To feel your love. As I drove further up the spiral staircase towards the heavens a soft glow faintly emerged from behind the mountains of my sorrow. With a tender embrace Luna wrapped me in her loving arms. Cradling her lost child of the night. I let my tears flow as the river below raced towards the open sea. It was you. With the undeniable strength of a thousand moons, pulling me tightly into our still beating love. It was you. With the safety of a father’s embrace. It was you. With the impossible love of past, present and future. For a love like ours never dies. Cradled in the crescent shine of our memories I felt your soft hands upon my shoulders. Taking me deeper into the soothing rays of what we used to be. As I peered upwards, my moon, our moon beckoned me closer and the radiance she gleamed only grew brighter as I let the horses of my engine run wild. I hear you my love. You are with me. Watching from above with a seat reserved by your side. You will always be here. Because a love like ours never dies. The cosmos knew that not even a setting sun could tear us apart. For we spoke in the tongue that Luna herself bled and as long as the darkness could be overturned with light we would be together. Even on those stormy nights, where my cries echo down canyons cut by dying stars I know you are there. Always and forever, just as you promised on your deathbed. For love, true love transcends all. Even in the agonizing debris your buried body can shine through gravel and pierce my soul. Love, no matter it’s heartbeat, is always alive and thriving. Death, therefore is not actually dying, but rather the transformation of a soul being set free in the universe of our hearts desire. With every last beating breath, I will choose love. Because love is the one true form capable of bringing us together. From dust to dust… carried through space and time to a place where you and I are one in the same.” Sara C Fry 

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Innocence of a Child

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“He sat with the innocence of a child while the sky around him parted and spoke of his emergence from the shadows. The edge of darkness lingered below as the sun shown its warmth upon his back as if it was tenderly teasing the blackness from the comforts of trembling heights. These are the days where you carelessly let your feet dangle on the borders of past and present. Reflection now wears the armor of healing rather than the familar loincloth of culpability. Beams of light bathe your body in a gentle embrace of freedom while your echoed voice etches the walls of history with the retrospection of your youth. Red and orange dust swirls around the narrow bends of the steep walls below. There it remains, sanding down your rough edges until all that stands is a silky sillouette radiating the vitality of the clear skies overhead. The past is a building block of which to evolve and grow. You are who you become, not who you’ve been. The unknown is a dangerous place to reside but nothing makes us feel more alive than a life lived on the crumbling sandstone ledge of mystery. Let the sun illuminate the dark canyons of yesterday. There is truth in adventure and darling the purity we find ourselves in soars with open wings above.” – Sara C Fry

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Home Sweet Home

“The way she looked at the mountains said everything. Her body positioned directly in front of their towering peaks as if whispering, “take all of me.” No other love would come close to the bond she had forged upon their snow covered ridges. Any man who wished to compete would surely face the unrelenting granite fortress which tenderly held the key to her heart. No, this was not a competition. This was a proving ground. For the fresh air of the wilderness cocooned her body with the purity of clear flowing water. If he wished to remain, he knew he must let her go. Falling in love with her meant that she would always yearn for the unpredictable nature of the outdoors to nurture her soul. She was born without ties to the suffocating man-made cities of despair. The very stands of her DNA were rooted deep in the soil like the tallest trees of the forest. She belonged to the land and in return it loved her dearly. When mother nature sweetly called her name, she answered with a resounding yes which echoed off the canyon walls with glee, bouncing with the joy of a child. She was forged with the same searing heat that formed the tallest peaks and the lowest valleys. Her passion for the Earth and it’s familiar untamed beauty sang ballads which the soaring birds tried to replicate. No, this was not a competition. All he could do was love her fiercely with the same enthusiasm that she bled for her mountains. And all the while, as he let her disappear among the dancing wildflowers, he knew she’d come back into his arms. And with her she brought a passion that was so raw and primal that he loved her all the more. For as much as she loved the land, she needed the strong grasp which could only be found in his embrace. And when she stared deep into his eyes they perfectly reflected the infinity of those billion star nights that she had been cradled in… and she knew she was home.” – Sara C Fry 12371205_10205422664067550_8088757970581510021_o

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Standing In A Masterpiece

“They drove, on washboard roads, wearing the finest sweatstained hiking clothes two weeks in the backcountry could fashion. The duo sat, side by side, each donning a smile that would out shine even the brightest of stars. They continued down a seemingly endless dirt road and each knew they were holding tickets to the real  happiest place on earth. The price of admission? A tank of gas and the desire to experience life to its fullest. The memories they were creating would be rooted deep in their core for the rest of days. Between each awkward bump, temporarily making them airborne, bursts of laughter could be heard in the distance. Onwards they drove. His foot on the gas and her hands clutching her chest for support. The setting sun was unlike any she had seen and she seared the vibrant canvas of the sky into her memory. Like a fine wine, nature was painting them a rich and bold sunset that only seemed to get better with time. Pinks, reds, yellows and blues came in ribbons overhead and the further they drove the more they unwrapped. As far as they could see, from the silhouetted mountains of the West to the contoured canyons of the East, the vibrant nature of the evening cloaked everything underneath in an almost surreal disbelief. The pastel pallet of Dusk was thrown to the wind. For this evening was about dramatic effect and nature seemed to be on a trip that would make even a sober person second guess their eyes. The hues of the evening eventually stopped them in their tracks as the trusty green Ranger skidded to a stop. They both stepped onto the gravel road. Dust circled them as if gingerly hugging their sandblasted bodies in appreciation. They stood in the middle of a masterpiece, each transfixed by the beauty of the dying day. Nothing could dampen the energy surging through the landscape. These are the moments we live for with the people we love…when words fall short, emotions run high, and the only sound was the rhythmic joy of their beating hearts pounding the song of the night.”20150921_193142

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