The Rock
unmoved
from time without
end
you rest
there in the middle of the paths
in the midst of the winds
you rest
covered with the droppings of birds
grass growing from your feet
your head decked with the down of birds
you rest
in the midst of the winds
you wait
Aged one.
Omaha Ritual Song
2 comments:
Love this. I live in Utah and this is such a common view when we go to southern Utah. Nice to have the words to accompany this.
Thanks for dropping by, Pink. When I visit the Southwest, living up here in the Northwest, I hear Indian flutes and songs in the wind as I see those great rocks.
Glenn
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