Outside Albuquerque

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Outside Albuquerque
Navajo Spaceships, Star Mountain and Life
by Johnny Rustywire

Tired of motel rooms, fast food and the hubbub. Heading out of town, some place with trees and a nice spot. It is cold outside but there is down sleeping bag maybe two with me.

The jeep finds a road off into the hills, and I take it. Bumping along it is quiet, no one around. The lights of the city light up the sky but yet the stars are there just up there. They shine, twinkle and say come dance among us. There is place, quiet and way up high. All comes to a stop and my can of sardines and crackers provide a taste of times of sheep camp days of my youth. It is cold but not really. The air is fresh, clean and the sky is so clear.

Taking my time I get my bedroll ready. It is army green and lays out pretty good and I look around. Today has been a tough day, it seems as if witchcraft followed my every step. The places I went and things I did left a sour taste in my mouth. The spirit of discontent reined me in and cast me adrift in the midst of them two, crones they were, like in the old days witches, laying traps for you to step into. Their faces smiled but when you turned fast you could see the yellow of their eyes and their fangs. To look at them they look normal but their hearts are black and I am not sure why. Had to get away from them, they have bad spirits them two. They are the kind that would cut your throat and leave you to die and not think twice. It is that way in business. It was dealing with them and what they hold that brought me here, so the forest provides me with a taste of life.

I lay myself down and find the air is crisp, the nighthawk makes its call...all is well he says...this is our mountain...yes it feels good to be here. The night sky is black and the stars shine. I can see them way up there and find a place to rest my eyes, my mind and let it all go a little at a time. What is important, what is life about and let it all go, it is nothing. I am alive, I am free and I have survived this life.

Where are you, you come to me in my dreams, yes it is you. I cannot see you too clearly. You stand on a distant star and I see you beckoning me, come this way. I see there is warmth, comfort and rest in your bosom and I can feel this day melt away into nothingness.

It is so nice to be up here amongst the stars, to laugh, to sing and to be wrapped in the warmth there is for those who come here. Take me away Navajo maiden.

I long to be restored and so you say come with me and we begin to dance among the stars...yes it is good to be here on star mountain....Hozhogo, the Beautyway it begins to restore me, let me find beauty in all that I do, and in all the places I have been, to the right of me, to the left of me and below me and above me. Let me go this way all the days of my life....yes….I can see her and I go along that way toward that place…