The Land of New Mexico

The land we chose to live on matters I believe

As mind and matter relate and relieve

The land of enchantment has always been

Fully immersed, I’ve felt and seen

Rustic and gentle it soothes my mind

Expansive and high it lifts me to find

Who I really am and who I ain’t

My ego existence becomes distant and faint

Clarity of that deep blue night sky

Stillness of that canyon, no me or my

Those mesas flatten my thinking

From layers of thought, no more sinking

The sense of the unknown captivates me

Like a mountain goat I seek to wander and see

Yes, it feels so familiar and known

The dry air and crisp dawns are shown

Piñon, cedar, mesquite and juniper

Pine trees, cottonwoods and alder

Grounded I am on this land

Stable and subtle on demand

I feel integration

I find assimilation

I no longer seek where I am lost or found

The Land of New Mexico is where I’ve always belonged