Monday, April 5, 2010

mitakuye oyasin

Why are all things thought of in relation to?
Can they not stand on their own
in our minds.
They always have to be associated with something else.
Like a memory, or a thought, or a prayer.
The past, the present and the future.
What was, what is, what might be, what never was.
Can a mountain with clouds, simply be a mountain with clouds?
What is the feeling attached to all like another limb
growing from our center that touches everything.



Anonymous said...

Your writing touches everything...

Laura said...

Sacred, just like you. Once again,amazed