With your feet I walk
I walk with your limbs
I carry forth your body
For me your mind thinks
Your voice speaks for me
Beauty is before me
And beauty is behind me
Above and below me hovers the beautiful
I am surrounded by it
I am immersed in it
In my youth I am aware of it
And in old age I shall walk quietly
The beautiful trail.
american indian - navajo
1 comments:
Well, I do honestly think that this would be a lot easier to "know" if a person was actually IN the picture..
but here, where I'm sitting, my house a mess, my life a mess, me a mess... it seems really really hard to see beauty before me and beauty behind me...
and try as I might, I do not, or cannot "feel" or "believe" that I walk with any limbs other than my own.. or that any voice other than my own (all too often) whining and complaining one.
I want it.. I have had it in the past.. and it just seems lost to me.. or I'm lost.. or something is lost.. I just don't know how to get there from here.
It's like I have brochures to some beautiful exotic place all around me, but no means to purchase the ticket to get there... BLEAH!!! This is so way frustrating for me!
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