I am the color of the sun in light and shadow, dreaming you into being; each grain of sand, each cell and atom. Shifting light makes butterflies of eyelashes, cocooned in dark slumber moments ago. In the stillness of innocent morning, you can see me in all my glory as I turn from night to day. My cosmic dance never ends, as slowly, through lifetimes, you arrive at surrender, having passed through the gates of fear and doubt and shame.…
By Chris Clarke There is a new gold rush in the Mojave Desert, a new ore being mined from the landscape. The mines are everywhere, but they concentrate here in the Morongo Basin. Unlike the first Gold Rush, this “gold rush” isn’t chasing gold. The New Miners aren’t after silver or uranium or borax. Unlike their predecessors in recent decades, they’re not even after the desert’s scant water or ubiquitous solar energy. Some of them are after enlightenment on demand,…
