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Alone in the Mojave
by Peter Paton
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A person might be an expert in any field of knowledge or a master of many material skills and accomplishments. But without inner cleanliness his brain is a desert waste.

 Sri Sathya Sai Baba quotes (Indian Spiritual leader, b.1926)


I went to the Mojave desert, to be at peace with myself once again

where I am one with the wild coyote and wheeling red tailed hawk

and the spirit of the warrior coarses freely through my veins

replenishing my soul, with life giving waters I draw with grace

pacing myself in the searing heat, that shimmered across the tundra sands

as cotton tailed rabbits scampered, between the sparse brush and yuccas

the barren skyline pitted, with the silohuettes of joshua trees

this is my heaven on earth, where I can get it all together my love

for I am a man, who lives by no code or rule

and I stretch myself to my limits, and beyond in endless quest

to find that which is both elusive and inscrutable

and if you wish to follow me, you must be up to the task

always being aware, first and foremost

there are no boundaries or distinctions where I won't go

as I quenched my raging thirst, with cool, clear water

and took welcome shelter under an overhanging bluff

from out of the burning midday heat and humidity

that scorches the very breath within your lungs

I looked out on the inhospitable and bleak landscape

as a rock bunting shrilled and whistled to his soulmate

I gathered myself in, and took stock of the situation

my back to the wall, now ain't that a strange coincidence

remembering the sage advice of all my past mentors

when the going gets tough, the tough get going


Copyright by Peter Paton 2006

Alone in the Mojave

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Reviewed by Karen Springer
Sometimes we are so lost in ourselves that we forget the gifts of nature that give us the answers we need. Nicely done.
Reviewed by m j hollingshead
you make me lonesome for home, love the area
Reviewed by Connie Faust
I've never been to the desert, but I think I could feel like I was there from your descriptions. I think you must be one of "the tough," who are invigorated by desert heat. For me, it would have to be a rippling lake, or a quiet pond.
Your switch from vivid descriptions to "now ain't that a strange coincidence" really surprised me. I enjoyed the poem
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
The desert can make you clean or it can kill you. It is all a matter of luck and resourcefulness.

Reviewed by A. Santo
Being alone to examine our lives is a gift. It gives us a sense of what is important in our lives and what is not; what burdens we are willing to carry and which ones we should cast off. A good friend of mine said to me once, "we are either busy living or busy dieing and the choice is up to us." I believe that. And when we take the time to examine our lives, then we find out which one of those things we are doing: Living or dieing. You are on a divine and richly blessed journey. Good day to you Peter, Love and Peace Amira
Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
I came back to read again and discovered that in the AD delays last night, my comment was lost in the cosmos. It's so difficult to recreate the thought.

Every man needs a heaven on Earth Peter...a place to be alone to think and absorb and envision the very life of nature around him, even in the miracles of the desert sand, only barren to those who cannot see her bounty and her essence. A place where he can commune with God, and revel in the freedoms he enjoys and the risks he is wiling to take on his "endless quest", no matter where it takes him or who he travels with.

What a superb attention to detail you have penned here...I can envision the Joshua Tree framed against the sunbaked sands and dusky sky at sunset.


Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
A breathtaking view and a wonderful write, most the last two lines are so very true,
the tough guys, B&R :-)
Reviewed by Kathleen Herrick
I used to live in Arizona. I remember it well. Gorgeous just doesn't describe it well enough.
Reviewed by Mr. Ed
As one who has often traveled to the desert to marvel at it, and to just contemplate life, all alone, I truly like this poem, Peter.

I also like that quote!
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
One great offering Peter!!

Thanks for sharing mate!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Sandie Angel
Wonderful imageries, and I love that picture too!

Sandie May Angel :o)
Reviewed by Kate Burnside
BRILLIANT!! I must be hot on your heels today, Peter, following your footprints into the ongoing sands of life and experience! :)) Your descriptions here are breathtaking and the thirst you create a must to be assuaged. Beautiful soulful melding of lives of both the inner and outer world. Stunning, thank you! A keeper! LOL K xx
Reviewed by E T Waldron
You not only brought the desert to life, you gave us a peek into what's inside Peter Paton. You are a strong diciplined enlightened individual as tough as the desert and as tender as a lush garden. Splendid poem!
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
I'm with Susan, in that I could feel the heat as well.
Beautifully and expertly described, made the desert
come to life for me.
Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
You and Jerry are the bastions for raw honesty in two opinions that I respect highly. The arid mind can't function when it is dehydrated. The matter doesn't matter when the function is stagnate. We must drink constantly otherwise our passion for living runs dry.
This is an astounding poem and coupled with the visual I can feel the heat...the searing arid air and still the absolute beauty of the visual gives us a difference in geography to nourish our minds.
I love it Peter!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Absolutely, Peter, that old saying is more than just food for thought, it is righteous stuff. Keep on plugging away, take a look at the lowly piss ant, they can do wonderous things . . . COLLECTIVELY . . . still, we must try the hard fast rule that no man is an island and forge ahead alone, just to test our strength.
Reviewed by Bennett
Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
Great description of the desert and all its beauty.
Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
The desert seasons are vital to reconnecting, to our Maker...and to ourselves.................enabling us to jump into the River of refreshing, with both feet, when it finally comes! Everything has a time and a season, dear Peter, and a definitive purpose.

This is beautifully depicted...I travelled right along with you, experiencing the desert and its glory. love & prayers, Rhonda
Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
This is a great write here Peter, keep it up and be blessed in the writing
God Bless
Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

This is meaningful to me right now. I'm in a tumult of discontent and stress. I need to go to the desert, so to speak. And I will, tonight.

Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
((((Peter )))) I keep hearing from spirit the word "Introspection".. This type of spirit medicine is that of the one who must go alone searching for his own spirit way, however the weather conditions are. You can see and feel bear looking deep within all those winter months of sleep, imagining, feeding on the spirit manna of knowing and walking out of it deeply enlightened. This tells me that yes we all that search and go through the dry land as the Israelites did, will come to that glory cloud of rivers out of Egypt and into promise. This is where I know your going..Powerful imagery..And yes I see that eagle there right near you along with red tail! Yes the imagery was mega POWERFUL… Thank you for this beautiful piece!!!

Peace & Love, Dove
Reviewed by George Carroll
Many times I have found myself in that desert waste. Good one Peter.
Reviewed by Jim Moore (Reader)
Peter, you need to add punctuation to this piece, without it, it's one big run-on sentence. Let the reader catch his/her breath.

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