The Beauty of Banos

I'm back in the world

Where nothing makes sense

Except this existence

In past/future tense

In utopian Andes

I see ancient temples

The Inka my children

Move mountains to meet you

Build cities to greet you

Like Yavin 4 Rivendell

Fairy tales come true

For Shangri La lenses

Through which I have seen through

Become the cascading

And fuego throat truth spew

Of my stoic peaks

Where too much green to see blue

Is wild and thriving

In time is the essence

The stench of surviving

The sweet effervescence

My love evanescent

All relative bliss

In a world luminescent

A powerful cleansing

Of flowerful jungles

And showers replenishing

Buzzing bee bumbles

Who ride like the winds

As they uplift my wings

In a chorus of eagles

To harpyist strings

Yes indeed we're a breed

That is rare and in need

Of a high elevation

To teach and to lead

To share and to spread

Every bountiful seed

We are young and incredibly gifted and freed

By the journeys we take

To mortality's edge

Then we leap from the faith

Of a bungee jump ledge

For these trips into falls

Are immortal in dreams

So sublime and surreal

In our consciousness streams

As we turn up the offspring

The life here it teems

And we are the Mother Earth's

Ends to the means

The rust in the gears

Of deforest machines

Who dare cut us down

From the summits we've reached

When transcending the limits

Of Heavens we've breached