Gatekeepers of the Red Road

(For Scott and Mike, who believe in the power of dreams, and listen without judgment and with great insight. Thank you!)

The canyon was Red rock
High sides
Dusty, dry,
and Narrow

And the Buddha was Gold,
Wrapped with a
Rattlesnake
Coiled up, ready for action.

At the left of the path, along the wall,
He sat laughing and Immovable.

At the right, a Frog sat, on a Scarab,
Copper tones,
greens and blues,
petrified, ancient ... also, Immovable.

The Path sits in shadows,
while the Gatekeepers sit in light.
The time ... unknown, eternal ...
the red road leading

To a land

I have not yet seen.