Meditation on Desert Nights

The night comes quietly.

The air is a heavy sweetness.

The atmosphere is stagnant yet alive.

Water clings to your skin, almost as if you are sitting in nature's sauna.

The moon is a magnificent Spanish Orange lighting your path.

Life here is a nocturnal one.

Stray cats chase lizards and scatter from distant voices.

These desert nights are a refuge; my personal oasis.

One might believe being alone in this climate will trap you in your thoughts...

However that is far from the truth.

The sizzling sand lulls you into a calm.

Many try to learn the art of meditation from monks and gurus.

In reality we need to stop, breathe, listen, and let Earth herself teach us.

Tribal cultures across the world understand the energy of the world courses through all.

Here I am surrounded by ancestral tribal places barely touched by humanity.

They have taught me about life, about myself, more than any mentor has.

One day I will miss the sweet smell of the air, the mewing of cats as they play, the heat of the sauna cleansing my soul. One day I will long for the night sky and the Spanish moon. One day I will miss Earth whispering her secrets to me in the midnight breeze. One day I will miss these desert nights.