Golden House

Open Hands reaching out
Open ears listening within
Open minds and open hearts.

We are searching to find
A spark to light our minds.

Bleached antlers in the sun
Boulders holding up the sky
Pinon brushing paint in dapples.

Standing there at the doorway
Something has to be left behind.

One step stepped into another
Following our elder brother
To his home in the Pinon pines.

Following close in hopes to find
The golden light that fills our mind.

In search of a creative font
In a home high on a desert mount
Resides a golden deer in a golden house.