Eagle Poem
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear,
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles in 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 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 it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.
Joy Harjo
from How we become human – New and selected poems: 1975-2001
May we take the utmost care of our practice!
Happy New Year and thank you for your support!
Genju
108zenbooks 
Joy’s words and images move so directly into the heart of things. Thanks for posting this and Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, David! We are all truly blessed with each other.
Thank you for your practice, writing, and support over the last year. And best wishes to you, Frank and Alex for a wonderful 2012!
Barry
Same to you and your loved ones, too, Barry! Thank you for your guidance and wonderful teachings!
Lovely poem! Sings to this heart of listening for the authentic voice within and having the courage to give it wings…
May 2012 find us soaring with the Eagles… In Beauty…
Yes, Christine! Thank you for your courageous practice and living the truth of your life!
What Barry said. All the best, Lynette!