Friday, September 15, 2006

When Catalina Eyes Touch You
By Don Iannone

Soulful arisings overflow within me,
while standing before the sage-brown Catalina Mountains,
that stare back with soft reassuring eyes.
These eyes say "you are a part of it all,
celebrate this union, and
welcome the sudden transforming beauty
drifting through this very moment."
To call all this magical
seems to rob Tucson of its real feel--
so quiet, deep, beckoning,
and warm as the early morning sun,
giving the desert its rich colors and sharp shadows.
How can you deny who you really are
when something so powerful touches you?

11 comments:

samuru999 said...

A beautiful poem Don!
Thanks for it!
Take care!

serenity said...

Don,
Lovely, as always.

Joy to you.

dumbdodi said...

Beauty

Pat Paulk said...

Beautifully written!!

ufukhati said...

don,

You're the best person to read the contour. Please stay.

Dan said...

Can't deny it...

Rob said...

As usual you reveal ( I accidentally wrote revel) what is real.

Kathleen said...

Beautiful Don... I can feel the life of the Mountains... beautiful sharing... yes...

Thank you...

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Wonderful!
(I've been in Tuscon many times - makes this one more meaning to me) :)

floots said...

knocked out by this one
i love those pantheistic moments one can get in certain places
thank you

Don Iannone said...

Thank you Floots, Kathleen, Dan, Margie, Serenity, Andrew, Ufukhati, Pat, and Dumbdodi. Your kind comments are so much appreciated. Tucson, AZ is one of my favorite places in the whole world. It fills me in a way no other place can. Blessings to each and every one of you.

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