It has been a while since my last post...critical matters of heart, matters of life have become the sole occupation. And while that still remains so the following words on my Facebook feed this morning resonated deeply.
To pray, you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know that there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know, except in moments
and in languages that aren’t always sound
But other circles of motion
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River
Circled in blue sky, in wind
Swept our hearts clean with sacred wings
We see you see ourselves
And know that we must take
The utmost care and kindness
In all things
Breathe in knowing we are made of all of this
And breathe, knowing we are truly blessed
because we were born and die soon
within a true circle of motion.
Like eagle, rounding out the morning inside us
We pray that it will be done
In beauty, in beauty
Poem by Joy Harjo
And whatever remains to be felt and expressed and heard beyond words, art does it all...
Prayer by Bindu Popli