The Serenity in Stones
I am holding this turquoise
in my hands.
My hands hold the sky
wrought in this little stone.
There is a cloud
at the furthest boundary.
The world is somewhere underneath.
I turn the stone, and there is more sky.
This is the serenity possible in stones,
the place of a feeling to which one belongs.
I am happy as I hold this sky
in my hands, in my eyes, and in myself.
—Simon J. Ortiz, 1975
1 comment:
I simply love this poem, Glenn! It resonates with me as I have many many stones of different kinds I keep in a shadow box; one of my favorites is a crystal Susan Page gave me at one of her promos for her book on the Hopis. She was the only woman allowed access to the Hopi's sacred grounds; the book is one of those huge "coffee table" story/photo combos, but much much more. [The crystal she gave me; on examining the crystal one could see an "open door" in the center of it. It was a "message" I definitely needed at the time. The crystals were brought back with her from her Hopi travels. I treasure it..:]
The stamp is one of my favorites; I have lots of them..:)
Thanks for including this little Simon Ortiz "gem", Glenn!
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