beloved .....
spirit moving
intent to fly.....
to live god.
all things
all movement,
all people
evolvement of step
of soul flow....through time
miracles in thought...
the power of prayer...
of enchantments...
of healing...
of spirit
to air....
of creations that make you feel
heavenly care,
rapturous touch,
the taste of a color,
the touch of a hush
the song of a sigh....
to laugh, to cry
cause vision to speak...
time to know
vision here
create a word.....toss a thought
make a prayer....
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but in my dreams I am.
When I sleep, I fly right to
a magic, metered land.
I dream of consonance and
limericks and rhymes
of couplets running over
with sonnets oh sublime.
Iambic, assonances swirl
about the pale blue sky
pentameters, hyperboles
terza rimas rise.
Refrains of birds
and similies float
above my head.
But then I hear
the buzzer blow
and know that I'm in bed.
WOW! I haven't written any poetry in yeeaarrss...that was fun. I'm a little rusty!
You don't grade these do you Ms. Shoutout?!
Fig
soulflow
making objects out of thought
do you have your computer back?
The elderly woman says to her granddaughter...
"It Has Always Been This Way"
Being born is not the beginning.
Life begins months before the time of birth.
Inside the mother, the baby floats in warm fluid,
and she is careful not to go near noisy or evil places.
She will not cut meat or take part in the killing of food.
Navajo babies were always protected in these ways.
The baby is born and cries out load,
and the mother murmurs and nurtures the baby.
A pinch of pollen on the baby's tongue
for strong lungs and steady growth.
The belly button dries and falls off.
It is buried near the house so the child
will always return home and help the mother.
It has been this way for centuries among us.
Much care is taken to shape the baby's head well
and to talk and sing to the baby softly in the right way.
It has been this way for centuries among us.
The baby laughs aloud and it is celebrated with rock salt,
lots of food, and relatives laughing.
Everyone passes the baby around.
This is so the child will always be generous,
will always be surrounded by happiness,
and will always be surrounded by lots of relatives.
It has been this way for centuries among us.
The child starts school and leaves with a pinch of pollen
on top of her head and on her tongue.
This is done so the child will think clearly,
listen quietly, and learn well away from home.
The child leaves home with prayers and good thoughts.
It has been this way for centuries among us.
This is how we were raised.
We were raised with care and attention
because it has always been this way.
It has worked well for centuries.
You are here.
Your parents are here.
Your relatives are here.
We are all here together.
It is all this: the care, the prayers, songs,
and our own lives as Navajos we carry with us all the time.
It has been this way for centuries among us.
It has been this way for centuries among us.
From Sáanii Dahataal The Women Are Singing...
Blanket the essence of my soul
Passage like timeless thought
Floats randomly through time and space
Just then the whisp....a wing beat
Of the most beautiful butterfly
Caught my spirits ear
Now I hear her heart beat
And feel her breath
as if...she was very near
From one source does the energy come
Through this love does the energy flow
Embedded in the mystery of many lifetimes
Dancing close to spirit glow
A floating point of touch
A place of deep faith forms and fills the space
within the heart of being.
Over the air flows the willowed breath of birds
seeking the wind and
currents of faire sailing.
Free formed, wholly selected tastes of succor flow_
from the tree of life.
The center of the forest is damp in the early morning light.
The glade at the edge of dawn is overflowing with the creation
of the natural universe.
Buds and dragonflies and birds in the trees and on the lower limbs dewy flowers primp for the raising of first light.
The smaller animals of the early day_ rise.
They are finding their way to the edge of their earthly home.
They all are taking their places at the rising of the sun.
The sight of the new day gives their birthright it's form.
Their beingness is formed in the absolute recognition of purpose and plan.
They were born for this life.
The words of a man does not change any of their desire to live the day as it unfolds.
It is all for the taking.
That on this night, I was in my heart moved to scribe the mind__
that sees all is a precious gift to my soul.
That which Is__and has ever been and will for ever be_ is just another peaceful meditation__
On the light of love and the glorious being_ who is holding our destiny_
In the arms of God.
We, the undivided whole are holding Love in our hearts_ and we are being the truth of our parts.
God's plan to heal the Earth is heading home_In_ Love.
The Magnificent dream of our souls is being found every day in the increasing velocity and rhythms of this flowing Love.
Your magnificent gifts are a dreaming basket holding possibilities of purpose.
Everyday brings more order and form to the beauty of mankind's participation in the perfect understanding that nature has already formed and ordered within it's kingdoms.
All things wonderful speak and add to the true wonder of God's dominion.
The practice, the meditation, the work and play of life.
The prayer of Love.
The healing of Mankind
The reward of being alive
To see God's Kingdom Come.
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I dedicate these words to the art and hope of your life_
shoutoutgirl_You are a divine soul_I love your way.
This life of words becomes you. You are the music_I hear.TR
grade such a work?... i need a dictionary!
loved it so much....now i need to study.
hawk totem
seeing with spirit eyes
this moment, this life.....
a prayer...
and I don't even know it
but my feet show it
I hope not to outgrow it!"
My dad, circa '68
That's where I get it from....
And they say I was adopted?
Nah....I don't think so....
so please take these kisses and this big hug with you today....because i love you
hope all things good are happening in your life.....have a great weekend!
beloved blessings for this day.
i loved this i am going to print this out to keep
love to you in the navahoe sun
i want to live in your words....
just magical.....
Praying for miracles
To heal all
That we hold dear.
Only time will tell
What the Creator has planned
Security alludes all
Until the final moment.
Stopping to say hi shoutoutgirl,
i already admitted ....i am challenged in spelling
i went to an experimental school ....they taught us to read by drawing boxes around words.... to identify them by shape.
allowed for intense speed in reading, kind of like you absorbed the page.
same concept rolled into how i feel the world. the paradyme works, you can see different shapes out there...
yep....
didn't do much for spelling though, ....this is a fascinating subject for another day...for real!
love you....Navajo manspirit....
as you sit and ponder the passage before you...
souls touching, understanding not spoken
'tween the past..and the passing
hearts holding mystery tightly to soul...
not spoken only felt...
and to your strength i pray.
love
I penciled a box around both words,
and still, they sounded the same to me...
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We miss you,
ch'e and I.
Love you also.
...you do cast a wonderful spell.
can you spell 'Prodigy'...
(box not included, though
may need some assembly)
ch'e
it was more like a school for aliens...
I particularly like "the song of a sigh..."
between the necessary blah
Bebel my bossanova wench
sang and I went ahhhhh!
I want to take a break right now
and walk my favorite beach
with sambas swooning in my head
and the horizon out of reach.
Come join me in a drink tonite
and share the balmy breeze
Brazilian music fills the air
The moon, the wine and thee.
Fig