Last Updated On April 2, 2021

 

I make my prayer for words. Let me say my heart. - M. Scott Momoday

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This time last year we began surrounding our elders with protection as best we could,
and now this year our elders are creating an immunity bubble
For the rest of us until it is our turn.
This is very beautiful.
Maybe I’ll talk to a poem about it.
This is the poem.

Our nervous systems rattled with the low level terror of unintentional harm
As our very life breathe became a reckless wavering mirage
The young delivered hard won stillness to uncertainty
Calibrating for the most vulnerable

One year later, the elders rejoined
Encircling them with new gotten protections
Invigorated with confidence and the motor memory of having survived many things
A surge of normalcy is felt throughout the land as if the natural order has returned.

The young contributed their heart and earnestness,
Being smart and flexible and capable while the
Elders strived to maintain their role as protectors and holders of the longview
And all of us shed layers of ego revealing a rich, pulp of love within.

The young say, I will defend you
The elders say, I will sacrifice for you
The Great Mystery says nothing
Because there is nothing left to be said.
Two circles collapse into a spiral once again.

 

Last Updated On April 2, 2021

 

I make my prayer for words. Let me say my heart. - M. Scott Momoday

 

This time last year we began surrounding our elders with protection as best we could,
and now this year our elders are creating an immunity bubble
For the rest of us until it is our turn.
This is very beautiful.
Maybe I’ll talk to a poem about it.
This is the poem.

Our nervous systems rattled with the low level terror of unintentional harm
As our very life breathe became a reckless wavering mirage
The young delivered hard won stillness to uncertainty
Calibrating for the most vulnerable

One year later, the elders rejoined
Encircling them with new gotten protections
Invigorated with confidence and the motor memory of having survived many things
A surge of normalcy is felt throughout the land as if the natural order has returned.

The young contributed their heart and earnestness,
Being smart and flexible and capable while the
Elders strived to maintain their role as protectors and holders of the longview
And all of us shed layers of ego revealing a rich, pulp of love within.

The young say, I will defend you
The elders say, I will sacrifice for you
The Great Mystery says nothing
Because there is nothing left to be said.
Two circles collapse into a spiral once again.

Last Updated On April 2, 2021

I make my prayer for words. Let me say my heart. - M. Scott Momoday

This time last year we began surrounding our elders with protection as best we could,
and now this year our elders are creating an immunity bubble
For the rest of us until it is our turn.
This is very beautiful.
Maybe I’ll talk to a poem about it.
This is the poem.

Our nervous systems rattled with the low level terror of unintentional harm
As our very life breathe became a reckless wavering mirage
The young delivered hard won stillness to uncertainty
Calibrating for the most vulnerable

One year later, the elders rejoined
Encircling them with new gotten protections
Invigorated with confidence and the motor memory of having survived many things
A surge of normalcy is felt throughout the land as if the natural order has returned.

The young contributed their heart and earnestness,
Being smart and flexible and capable while the
Elders strived to maintain their role as protectors and holders of the longview
And all of us shed layers of ego revealing a rich, pulp of love within.

The young say, I will defend you
The elders say, I will sacrifice for you
The Great Mystery says nothing
Because there is nothing left to be said.
Two circles collapse into a spiral once again.

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