“The desert surrounds your every step and you walk forever a thirsty man”. – Christopher Pike – Creatures of Forever
“Still” she says, “be still your craving heart within”!
The Great American Gospel begins somewhere just beneath my skin. Standing in the silent desert four yards from a railroad track outside Tucumcari, New Mexico, watching the full moon commit her greatest sin. For she shines as if to rival the sun, showing the contours of the barren wilderness, exposing its wanton skin. And the spirit speaks from the sand, the loneliness calls from the desperateness held from the deep dry well within. It says I am a great magnetic force, the gravity that speaks to heal your craving wound within. The first coming, before the second, the holiness of G_D, that never lets you go, even when you weep, till your soul is a dry cavern within. I am the wilderness of scars, always this great land force, with a night shadow, under these constellations, that tempts you in.
There is a rusty Hunt’s tomato sauce can that I kick. It hits a rock and makes a sound that echoes in the wide desert. A doorbell for the ghost both outside and within. Its colder than it should be outside Tucumcari, it could be that the daemons now have come to play. Like coyotes, no doubt the “Ancient of Days” has allowed them in. For they circle and they taunt, and they howl, as if to say “Eli, Eli, Ichabod” in this dry ocean, is the end. “Where do you now go, with what can you send”? And here while the night does move, the black sky parting, the light from those stars of Adonai, paint a seal upon my uplifted arms. Kissing like a lover from my neck, to my scars so deep within.
And I crave the touch, the unhiding of what or where I begin. For she is like a question that moves around me to where I cannot answer without craving she inhabit my every limb. And she is not in cities, or crowded rooms, neither does she know war or shame. It is the great American Gospel, that inhabits every pore of my skin. Standing in the silent desert four yards from a railroad track outside Tucumcari, New Mexico, I am with you, and you are a spirit fed familiar living time within. Still, oh still my craving hungry heart within. “Still” she says, “be still your craving heart within”! – 06.24.2018 – דָנִיֵּאל
Incredible work Daniel!
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Thank you Scott, happy you liked it. 🙂
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Your welcome, have a good Sunday!
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It is always a pleasure to read your writing Daniel. This was amazing.
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Thank you so much Ariel for your kind compliment. Wishing you a great week ahead.
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You as well Daniel and your welcome. 🙂
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Loved this. Once again I think you are channeling your Thoreau muse. ❤
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Hi Lauren, I like that, as you know I am a Thoreau fan so of course you have made my day with your wonderful compliment. The earth does give us the gospel. Pretty sure Thoreau thought that as well. 😉
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You are in time with what you write Daniel, and you are correct, the earth does give us the gospel. My ancestors told it so. 😉 ❤
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Your ancestors were right! 😉
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There are many parallels between the desert and the prairies: the wide open horizon, the eternal night sky, the peace & yet the unsettled craving for what seems to not be, dry wells and the cold that sets in when the sun goes down. Being born and raised in the prairies, I can relate to this prose of yours.
The kicking of a can along is a metaphor well used in writings that I’ve read, but to be so specific as to say “a rusty Hunt’s tomato sauce can” is brilliant.
Love the KD Lang song!!!
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Resa, I love your comment, and I couldn’t agree more. The openness of the prairie, the desert, the wilderness, holds so much for us. The great vacuum that sweeps up our spirit and foretells our weaknesses and our strengths, that gives us our future. I will always crave that, and now I feel wonderful, for I know of someone else who always will too. 😉
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Dear Daniel, this is a deep esoteric piece that has such a brilliant spiritual message in it. I have read it more than once, and have gained much from it. ❤ Ruby
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Thank you dear Ruby, I am as always grateful, and I hope that as you read you gain at least as much as your wonderful comments always give me.
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I am always given twice over what I give when I read and contemplate what you have to say my friend. ❤
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A great visual piece Daniel, with many thoughts layered in it. I was there with you along those tracks and I could feel the craving. Well done!
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Hi Jane, Thank you for your kind comment. It has been a pleasure to have you hear in this gospel. Welcome aboard for the great unknown. 😉
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Thank you Daniel, it is a delightful invitation that my answer will be positive too. My hope is that upon some location on the journey I might be able to be let drive! 🙂
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One of your best Daniel, you are at home writing in the wilderness. Your best work is there, and I am sure I will be coming back many years from now reading these same gentle words, and I will be in wonder how they relate to my life even more. Thank you. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you Heather, you made my day with your comment. I could ask for nothing more than enduring work that is read years from now. Thank you. 🙂 Shalom, Daniel
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Yw, Daniel, I have no doubt this will be the case. I have loved the naturalist swing to your thoughts lately in your prose. 😉 ❤
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Stunning work, that carries the land in ones mind like a Steinbeck novel. I loved the ambiance!
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Great compliment Jene, I am still beaming. Thank you.
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Good, well deserved!
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Wonderful in tone Daniel, amazing as if Thoreau or Emerson (more likely Thoreau) were in the west. The emptiness of that canvass that you write to it unbelievable and yes I have a craving for more…:)
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Hi Wang, thank you my friend for your wonderful comment. I could dream of being Thoreau of the west, more like a fantasy. 😉
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The American West is an incredible place. I have enjoyed my travels through Arizona, New Mexico and certain parts of California. A tremendous amount of material for you out there. 😉
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“The Great American Gospel” reminds me of a cross between the diary of John Wesley Powell and a writing from Thoreau. Where in the cross point they meet is an awakening call in the emptiness. It would seem once you are fed there is a constant craving for more. There is for me! 💜
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Hi Summer, I thank you for all you said. I love it two of my favorite people from history, a writer and an explorer. Very humbled to be mentioned in the same breath. 🙂
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You are welcome, it was an easy comparison to make. 😉
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Daniel I have spent very little time in the American Southwest, but over the past couple of years in reading your work, I have come to appreciate the thoughts that you have on the landscape and the people that you have met growing up and living there. I love the mixture of symbolism of both a naturalistic and spiritualistic language you have used in this piece. Another one of your best . Bill
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Thank you Bill, I have often considered myself most fortunate to have grown up in the this wonderful part of the country. The hues and sounds, the dryness, the mystery and the legends all mix to make the most beautiful part of our earth. Thank you once again for your wonderful comment my friend.
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Your reply in itself is the sweetest of prose in description of the land you love. 😉 Bill
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I love the stage and the context of this Daniel. The emptiness, and the desire to be alone with something, the coldness and darkness that is demanded in order to be filled, and the craving, the constant craving. This truly was a marvelous piece Daniel.
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Thank you Lynette, I love your comment. I think you nailed it with your description, I like how you put it, “the coldness and darkness that is demanded in order to be filled”. 😉
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Daniel it is the only way we will know when we have been filled and are warm. It is all of the balance.
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One does not read your prose for pure entertainment Daniel, they or I read it to be enlightened, and we are always fed. This was a marvelous piece, full of rich visuals, and like the the song, a “Constant Craving” for more. ❤
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Hi Dawn, what a kind comment and compliment. My goal is to try to attempt to hit that feed part. I am always humbled when somebody tells me that happened. 🙂
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You are welcome Daniel! 🙂
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My brother I identified with this on so many levels, the awakening in the wilderness, it is a part of our heritage after all. 😉 The redemption and the constant craving for more, to be reunited with Hashem. Well written my friend. Shalom, Den
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Dear Dennis, I appreciate your comment so much. You confirmed for me what I was thinking, especially the great part about our heritage. You are correct about the constant craving as well. Bless you my brother Shalom, Daniel
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When we retreat from craving is when we lose that gift of favor that Hashem bestows upon us my brother. I am convinced of this. Shalom, Den
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This was brilliant Daniel. it is desolate around Tucumcari, and I can only imagine at night it would be even more so. yet there is beauty there too. ❤
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Thank you Raquel. Your experiences in this land are always a compliment to what I have to say. At night the wilderness is indeed beautiful.
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I am constantly reminded of where I come from when you write about the Southwestern landscape, so, thank you.
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The best place to be alone with your thoughts and to determine what you need to do is in the wilderness. That of course can also be a dangerous place if one is not open to it, as you are Daniel. Grandly written and filled with spiritual abundance as all your writings are. Thank you.
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Hi Ryan, thank you for your comment. I believe you nailed it with your thought on being alone to determine what you need to do in the wilderness. I also think you are correct you must be open to it. Thank you my friend.
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You painted a great visual with your words Daniel. it was to tempting to pass up and now I am trapped here as well in all this empty space awaiting more. 😉
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LOL, thank you Carmel, there is usually much empty space near where I am pontificating. 😉 No need to be trapped though, after all there is all this empty space to run free.
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That is fine your pontificating I mean. 😉 i do my own fair share.
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Great stuff right here Daniel, you are on a great roll!
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Thank you Steve, I do appreciate your kind word of support.
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“The Gospel” is wonderful writing Daniel. The emptiness of the wilderness the great desire to have the space filled with his love. Beautiful! ❤
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Hi Lisa, I appreciate your kind comment, and I love the way you put that, “the desire is the craving, to have the space filled with his love. Thank you my friend.
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Stunning writing Daniel, I am amazed at the vision it paints, and the self-revelation it reveals and ask others to consider.
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Thank you Albina, I appreciate your comment. I am always appreciative of one who gets the vision. 🙂
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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“The first coming, before the second, the holiness of G_D, that never lets you go, ” I loved this line as well as many others. However in the great emptiness of hopelessness, the above line was the central theme. Well done Daniel ❤
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Thank you Abigail, I am thrilled that you got it. The first shall be last or at least someone said, but I think that might not be to bad of a thing. 😉
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Dear Daniel, I agree I will be happy to be in that great empty place as well. Oh and your welcome. 😉
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Well done Daniel, writing at home figuratively where you are the most comfortable. And your end product exits it creation both in and out of consciousness, and we the reader benefit! ❤
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Hi Erin, Thank you for your beautiful comment. It is home and the subject matter I love the most. Thank you for getting it and your wonderful comments on each of my post.
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My pleasure! 🙂 ❤
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This was good. I would term you the poet of the wilderness! 😉
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Thank you Russ, and welcome to my blog, I appreciate you reading and commenting.
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Well written!
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Thank you very much.
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