meandering through pastoral valleys
tinkling with bells,
past temples and castles and poets’ towers
into dark primeval forest where tigers
through miasmal and mysterious swamps
and down into a desert of red rock,
grottos of endless stone,
and down again into deep vast ancient
unknown chasm
cliffs,
beaches,
where storms come and go
where something strange and more beautiful
and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams
waits for you—--
beyond the next turning of the canyon
walls.
Edward Abbey
For example, I’m reading a book called,”An Altar in the Wilderness” by Kaleeg Hainsworth.