byJoy Harjo
I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.
© 1989 Joy Harjo & Stephen E. Strom. Secrets from the Center of the World, University of Arizona Press.