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.

Meanwhile, placeholding with one of Kate’s last songs before she died:
I wonder what a video to go with this could be like?

It's an unfinished life that I find lies before me

An open-ended dream and I don't want to wake

I've crossed so many rivers in search of crystal fountains

I've found the truest paths always lead through mountains

I've seen water on the sky and fire burning on the lake


You said to me

"I cannot make you happy, like a wounded bird

You must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try"


It's a journey with my soul that I am taking

One that only goes form the cradle to the grave

Going 'round in circles like painted dancing horses

Up and down we ride on the wooden courses

And light from a lover's eyes is all that I can save


You said to me

"I cannot make you happy, like a wounded bird

You must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try"


So I'll take the day and run out across the open fields

Where the grass grows high and the shadows fall

Where my eyes can see all the colors in the air

So quiet that the wind whistles in my hair

And takes the rising dust and carries it away


You said to me

"I cannot make you happy, like a wounded bird

You must find the strength to fly

Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow

But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try

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The fiery sky at sunset was an inspiration for this poem about a phoenix preparing for rebirth:

From: Across the Vast, Eternal Sky
               © 2010 by Charles Anthony Silvestri


Weary, I fly,

Across the vast eternal sky, 

High in the heavens,

Where awaits my destiny.


Grey skies are thickening;

Soon now my time will come,

Time to return home

'Cross the vast eternal sky.


When I was young I flew in the velvet night;

Shining by day, a firebird bathed in light!

Grey now my feathers, which once were red and gold;

My destiny to soar up to the sunlight!


Sunlight shines on my face;

This is my grace, to be

Restored, born again,

In flame!


Do not despair that I am gone away;

I will appear again

When the sunset paints

Flames across the vast eternal sky!

For more, see: Charles Antony Silvestri


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