The desert is a place of schizophrenic existence. It’s either purity or impurity. It’s either divinity or the devil. ~Unknown
Desert sands tumble through my veins. I am fully aware of the scraping sounds produced when grains crash one into the other. These are not just any sands. They are not the titanium white gypsum of New Mexico. Nor the rose of the Sahara when the sun lies low casting long shadow. Nor the tan bespoking Midwestern beaches around the great and not so great lakes. Flowing through my veins is the full spectrum orange-red-brown rainbow endemic to Southern Utah and Northern Arizona
Sometimes, the shifting color is so close to blood red, I think I’m bleeding. Other times a pale ochre alerting me of my bodies need for sun. I am never quite sure what color will flows when by skin parts allowing a drop or two to escape. When I long bleed, the colors shift unpredictably across the spectrum.
There is no either this color or that one. We are not cursed to suffer schizophrenia although, a dabble at polar extremes might juice my compositions they way Jimson Weed or Sacred Datura induce visions. Do the opposite ends exist as solely pure and solely impure? I think no.
I am both pure and impure. I am both deity and devil. And I am every combination between pure devil and impure deity including devilishly impurity balancing my deity purity. Either or does not exist as much as man yearns to label and alleviate the burden of thinking.
I am both. We are all good and evil, devil and deity. The sooner we realize all humanity is the rotting apple in the basket with worms slowing devouring our souls until we learn to forgive others and, just as importantly, forgive ourselves.