ancient blood leaching from hearts of stone a long forgotten offense unatoned anchors souls here sequestered in the rock weeping for past lives for the joys of running in the sun
water cascades over rocks gossamer spirits play in the mist the air is electric with a desire to dance the white Datura glisten whispering of dreams in this place where mortality touches perpetuity with a lovers pinch a thundersplash announces the anonymous stone breaking free burying itself at last in the bosom of water freedom, redemption a plunge into the cold nothingness between what is and what has been though its parting cry becomes inaudible and the ripples of its passage fade it remains a part of the river bed washing slowly downstream in a journey we do not know how to follow AT THE TEMPLE OF SINAWAVA ON THE VIRGIN RIVER