![]() To forget how much we are made to love and care deeply for many things and people. It’s the human condition to forget the magnificent creatures we are. “Don’t go back to sleep.” Of course, we will we always do go back to sleep. Now that’s delicious to delve into for years. It seems that there is much mystery and playfulness in these lines with a very powerful imagery of invitation. What is the significance of these worlds touching? Does it mean that if I crossover the doorsill, I am in another world? That sounds kinda scary. Easy, right? Then what are these two worlds? And they are touching at this doorsill. All I need to do is step, float or crawl across the doorsill. Maybe I’m not looking for a door to open maybe I’m looking for a doorsill where the two worlds touch. In fact, people are passing back and forth across the doorsill. ![]() This tells that the way or experience I’m looking for is already there, ready, waiting and open for any of us to step through. So one thing that I just got recently is that the door is round and open. These lines lead to all kinds of questions, mysterious openings and maybe wisdom. Then the poem talks about another realm with a door that is round and open. The want becomes a mirror for the one who is asking. The you asking is the one who wants to create a story of unification and oneness within our culture and lives. I know the me asking is not the person who was raised and lived within our monetized culture of separateness. I always come back to who is the you asking and what does “really want” mean. The line that has really grabbed me is “You must ask for what you really want.” There are so many different interpretations of this line and I’ve probably toyed or investigated around 10-12 of them. So which world is the real one? And what are those secrets that are whispered as dawn awakens the world? Who or what is the whisperer? ![]() ![]() So what kind of secrets does to the dawn whisper to us as we wake up into our day out of the dreaminess of night? At times I’ve had the conscious experience of waking up from another world into this one. Being a camper and avid hiker for many years, I’ve had the honor of being in nature during the dawn. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Below are some of the ways this poem has lived me for all these years. Apparently, a depth that has captured my attention for 17 years. While this poem is short and appears to be simple there is depth. It does come and go but all of the sudden a line from the poem will show up in my thoughts. I recently realized that I’ve been “living” this poem for most of the past 17 years. I invite you to take a few moments and read the poem out loud a few times prior to reading this blog. It has stayed with me over the years, coming and going while I go back to sleep. I was in a nature based program and this poem had a significant impact on my experience. Let us poem a place where you cannot erase us into white space.This poem first came to my attention in 1995. During that same period the FBI nvestigated 6,100 elsewhere. Invisible, our ghosts starve, while the rest of the world keeps on eating.Ī recent government study found that there were 14 federal human trafficking investigations in Indian Country between 20. We are vanishing lines in history books, treaties Native women are 2.5 times more likely to be sexually assaulted compared to all other races. Of tiny earthquakes, shifted verdicts not guilty not enoughĮvidence not prosecutable not our jurisdiction I dig. Than missing, more than squaw or lost, beyond statistics:ġ in 3 Native women will be raped in her lifetime.ĭaily ritual: my hands search and sift through layers Verbs that will story our bodies into something more Someone once asked me, what are the words I do not yet have . Paul, Minnesota, Missing More Than a Word Reprinted with the permission of Graywolf Press, St. To wanting, and that it is close, and thatĬarl Phillips, “A Kind of Meadow” from Pastoral. Copyright © 2000 by Carl Phillips. In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul They wonder about Solomon and all his wives. They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual? Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,ĭaylight, full of small dancing particlesĪre dancing with you, without feet, they dance.Ĭan you see them when I whisper in your ear? People are going back and forth across the doorsill Ideas, language, even the phrase each other Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. Don’t open the door to the studyĪnd begin reading. Today, like every other day, we wake up emptyĪnd frightened. I wanted, those three little hanging lamps. In your presence I don’t want what I thought When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
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