One Day

“One day, in the Time When Animals Were People, Coyote came to the valley. The people were small then, so Coyote kept them in a large basket he carried on his back. After a long journey, Coyote grew tired. When he came to a place at the north end of the valley, he set his burden down on the earth. The moment he fell asleep, the people climbed up out of the basket and ran away in all directions. The place where they emerged is called Ubehebe Crater today, and it’s hollow like the shape of a wosa, or basket. After Coyote woke up, he walked up and down the valley naming the places where the people could live. That’s how the Timbisha knew where to find everything they needed.”
~ ‘Indian Country, God’s Country: Native Americans And The National Parks’ by Philip Burnham

 

Little Hebe Crater, Death Valley National Park, CA.
Little Hebe Crater, Death Valley National Park, CA.

 

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In The Twilight of Peace

Along a narrowing path I roam
In search of reason and understanding
My quest is not alone,
Upon the sand now i set
Awaiting the dawn,
In the stillness the songs of angels
Rest just against the morning waves,
Bidding farewell to last reminisce 
Of the milky way .

The Axiom of all true reasoning for creation 
Rest now in front of my mortal eyes
The lost ,the lonely ,the afraid,  
I pray finds this path one day 
From the dark , to the light
To rest upon the sands of time
In the twilight of peace.
~ Kelly J. Dishman

A special thank you to Kelly J. Dishman for graciously allowing me to use his wonderful poem in conjunction with my photograph.

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Moonrise, Cape San Blas, Florida