Across the Great Divide

Where the rivers change directions, across the Great Divide.

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There are places in New Mexico 

                     where nature lifts her skirt of trees and grass, 

                                                                             and shows you her secrets:

I've been walkin' in my sleep 

Countin' troubles 'stead of countin' sheep 

Where the years went I can't say 

I just turned around and they've gone away 


I've been siftin' through the layers 

Of dusty books and faded papers 

They tell a story I used to know 

And it was one that happened so long ago 


It's gone away in yesterday 

And I find myself on the mountainside 

Where the rivers change direction 

Across the Great Divide 


Well, I heard the owl a-callin' 

Softly as the night was fallin' 

With a question and I replied 

But he's gone across the borderline 


He's gone away in yesterday 

And I find myself on the mountainside 

Where the rivers change direction 

Across the Great Divide 


The finest hour that I have seen 

Is the one that comes between 

The edge of night and the break of day 

It's when the darkness rolls away 


It's gone away in yesterday 

And I find myself on the mountainside 

Where the rivers change direction 

Across the Great Divide

We lost Kate in 1986. 

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Where the rivers change directions, along the Great Divide.

I love the high country, mountains and deserts, along the Great Divide.

I am headed there now, with my camera and my last remaining saluki sighthound, Tari.


 This is also a metaphor of making our passages and mileposts in life.

Is this a song for old men like me, looking over into Hamlet's undiscovered country?

… more ? … Maybe we will add more about our life passages here. - 2017-05-21 15:56:18

A parting note: As I grew older I became aware of a process of which I am a part:

We all started out as seeds, eggs. Somewhere in our growth, we broke out of our shell.
We continue this process, breaking through shells and walls, eliminating the separation
between those close to us and even eventually those far away. 
Finally there is one great barrier between our growth and the universe - our self. 
Many cling to the notion of the self, the I, ME, wanting to believe in an afterlife somewhere else.
I think it is a great
 barrier to our emotional and spiritual growth, 
    because life is here, now, not somewhere else, later.
We may borrow and cage some of it for a while, but eventually like a bird, 
we must set it free and return it, not as ME but as part of life everlasting.


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Perhaps we’ll meet again, where the rivers change direction, Across the Great Divide


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