Day 318 | We listen to the breathing beneath our breathing

November 14, 2007

 

It's Raining in Honolulu

 

There is a small mist at the brow of the mountain,

Each leaf of flower, of taro, tree and bush shivers with ecstasy.

And the rain songs of all the flowering ones who have called for the rain

Can be found there, flourishing beneath the currents of singing.

Rain opens us, like flowers, or earth that has been thirsty for more than a season.

We stop all of our talking, quit thinking, to drink the mystery.

We listen to the breathing beneath our breathing.

This is how the rain became rain, how we became human.

The wetness saturates everything, including the perpetrators

Of the second overthrow.

We will plant songs where there were curses.

 

 

- Joy Harjo

from How We Became Human, New and Selected Poems

 

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