By Lupe Carlos III I walked to this place One hundred and fifty years away I don’t care where or how Today I let the wind decide Just to be with you The creek has chosen a new direction Changing the braille of the land It takes some effort to find the exact spot Temporarily disorienting you Gentle rain taps the needles underfoot Diffused light casts a silver tint to your wings Giving them a slight halo, more felt than seen Irresistibly calling me You lead me to a sheltered spot And invite me to share a seat on a low rock The sun breaks through and then back behind clouds I’ve only ever prayed alone I’ve never shared anything so personal with another I offer lavender to mother earth Smoke to father sky Smudging the prayer with a crow’s wing fan That’s taken me a year to bead I follow you Along the bank Over the bridge Into a stand of trees I see that we are no longer separate I am sweetgrass tossed into the fire of all that is I let go Falling deeper Until “I” drains out of the bottom of my feet And evaporates out of the crest of my being All that’s left is we You and I and all that exists All at once and always Endless journeys Simmered down to joy Limitless faith Boiled down to gratitude Boundless love Aged into belonging I must have walked lifetimes To be so recognized in this land To feel so much love for our mother I watch in amazement As every leaf and every stone welcomes me home |
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6/22/2017 04:25:32 pm
This is a beautiful psalm. It will be one of my sacred texts.
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April 2018
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