Let your heart be a portal for the songs of the universe.

Friday, September 5, 2014

In Search Of Eternity

Hear the music of the prairie. Allow her songs born on distant horizons and echoed among rough-hewn cane cholla strewn across golden tablelands to reach into your heart and free your spirit.

© Ilija Lukić 2014

Llano Shade Trees
(Cylindropuntia imbricata aka Cane Cholla on Llano Estacado)
Rockin' P Ranchlands
(Primordial Llano south of Broadview, New Mexico USA)
In Search Of Eternity
(State Highway 209 just south of Broadview, New Mexico USA)

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Sinfonía De Luz

Lend ear and heart travelers between eternities. Vast prairies and wide open spaces liberate the spirit. Their plainsong sways hearts to poetry and minds to introspection. Let your spirit soar. Take respite from daily travail with flights of awe and wonder unto boundless horizons afire in glorious sunsets. Surely, they are God’s silent symphonies of light. 

© Ilija Lukić 2014

Glimmer Of Hope
(Ravages of a three-year drought north of Clovis, New Mexico USA)

Sinfonía De Luz
(Llano Estacado rangelands north of Clovis, New Mexico USA)

Monday, September 1, 2014

Ominous Benevolence

Hear angry cloud surrender liquid solace,
With familiar rhythms harass prairie straw,
Smell dusty plain covet needful onslaught
And embrace sacred waters coming home.

© Ilija Lukić 2014

Ominous Benevolence
(Rangelands north of Clovis, New Mexico USA)

Friday, August 29, 2014

Light Catcher

Rooted in the human heart and soul is the yearning to leave footprints on the sands of time. Let my shadow be the footprint I leave upon our natural world.

© Ilija Lukić 2014

Light Catcher
(Self-portrait Ilija Lukić)

Monday, August 25, 2014

Llano Morning

Waning Moon seeks quiet veils of night
Amid cloud pillows aloft straw seas,
Solo hawk soars into quietudes of light
Ere ball of fire sets ablaze cool breeze.

Rose-colored skies aspire to inspire,
Sunbeams lift pitch dark from cactus spine,
Hush reigns near yucca campaniles afire
Before larks burst into song all but divine.

Trails in mystical brume come to light, alas,
Sunbaked dust whispers of storied tribes,
Horse cultures that rove boundless grass
In steadfast quests of sacred bison herds.

God’s artful fires compel awe and wonder,
Restore hope dimmed by drudgery in life,
Breathe divine remedy into human blunder
And gift serenity to hearts ripped by strife. 

© Ilija Lukić 2014

Llano Estacado Morning
(east of Clovis, New Mexico)