The microscopic world so small
The super macro high and tall
Unreachable they seem at best
Such reason cannot stop man’s quest
From subatomic particles
To Galaxies in constant swirls
For movement most centrifugal
Yet life of meaning hardly full
From small to large the search goes on
From high to low, from short to long
Though man conceives eternity
When in the dark it’s hard to see
For depth of soul has not been plumbed
And height of Spirit not yet climbed
Except for One whose overall
Who can’t be named by man so small
Such mystery, how can it be?
Yet one who tastes will surely see
Reality experienced
Yet not explained by common sense
The living know though can’t explain
The life beyond the space/time plane
They see by their experience
The life beyond the human fence
The wheel of life in cyclic flow
Science does this life man show
Yet wheel within the wheel is dim
To those with conscience marred by sin
And with the light within comes truth
Yet not for lofty heads comes forth
As water fills the empty cup
So humble souls the truth fills up
The wheel within the wheel is seen
Experienced beyond the mind
It lies within the deepest part
The likes of which most never find.
- by Dallas McPheeters
I visit without a timepiece; without identification; and without any contact device to the modern world from which I come. I anticipate an insightful experience transcending time and space itself. Cañon del Oro is the name of the Sonoran desert river wash in which I have grown accustomed to walking and reflecting the past 3 years, since moving to Tucson. This time, the fresh morning rains have provided a rare setting of flowing water in which to frame the moment. The moist ground reveals the tracks of my ever-present yet rarely seen, 