This is Joy Harjo's ongoing journal of dreams, stories, poems,music, photographs, and assorted reports from her inner and outer travels about Indian country and the rest of the world .
Tonight when I looked at you As I have uncountable stares, stars and glances I did not know you How foolish that I should think I know everything about you My mystery seeks to comprehend your mystery It is unending, this unknowing
2 comments:
wonderful :)
For some reason I get an image of the moon, over and over as I read this; just some mild madness passing over me perhaps. Thanks for this.
Glenn
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