Lost City, 14 1/2 x 29 in., watercolor, by Glenn Lewis

Lost City, Watercolor, 14 1/2 x 29 inches, by Glenn Lewi

Lost City

Two hikers trek through ‘Color Country,’ a red rock region of Southern Utah. Taking in the sights, they find at every turn, nature’s gallery is filled with delightful and inspiring surprises, all free for the soul’s asking. Such rewards are increased if people are awake to their own inclination, their own aspiration… their own nature…their Oneness with nature.

What the soul needs, Nature can provide; moreover, the greater the need the bigger the supply. We topsiders need only to keep our balance, or rather first find our balance and then learn to maintain it, like good gardeners of the Earth should do. If constant opportunity is our only real currency in life, how shall we spend it if not with constant gratitude and thanksgiving? If ongoing renewal be our true reward, how are we to respond? Surely not thoughtlessly, not driven by greed and selfish desire!

What is the ‘renewal’ that causes hikers to return home feeling joyful yet humbled? It is whatever their souls have had the opportunity to ask for, and receive. At the same time, it is a positive charge, a dose of high energy; it is being grounded to the Earth and lifted in spirit. In a word, it is rejuvenation. Through reconnection to our source, we can experience an eternal renewal of youth. Regardless of where we are in space or time, rejuvenation is ours for the asking and yes, for the taking. Trails are where we find them in the moment and so are the energies that sustain us.

Oneness is an infinite supply of energy, and energy is all that there is. The artist hears the sound of color; the musician feels the color of sound. The poet conducts his little stanzas with a symphony with words, and writer’s structure whole compositions from nature. Actors put the world on stage in a theater called Universe; this they do for generations of audiences to attend, wholly in a renewal of effort to see themselves for who they truly are.

A true seeker listens to where words and feelings come from, and he finds fulfillment in much solitude. There is completeness in emptiness, and stillness calls forth angelic songs. The sound of OM reduces all vibrations to a harmonious, mathematical order, and the farther we look the more we see, but the more we see the less we know. Maybe we should sometimes try hard to not try too hard…perhaps, take a hike now and then and let wonderings begin to happen.

What these hikers don’t know, and can’t see, is for their own benefit as much as anyone; because, there are laws governing the preservation of historical sites.

This fabled, ancient domain of Root People remains well-concealed, beneficially hidden from the world at large. We, ourselves, being rare exceptions to that, find here a party of six investigators converging to discuss their findings…lizard tracks, mostly! Aside from a few trashy-looking rat nests (trashy, thanks to some carelessness, litterbug topsiders) the team will find little to report to the Roots Preservation Society. No real violations and no signs of disturbance within the ruins. –happily, for the Root People, their prized collection of 1,200 year-old Anasazi pots seems to be intact and accounted for.