The knowledge of sea and sky
I’m on the Outer Banks in North Carolina this week — a place to which I return every year — ambling barefooted on the watery edge of the world, simply being with sky and sea. On this August day, I send you some lines of poetry that I read this afternoon and a picture of the view from the porch.
May the blue horizon gift you wherever you are today, and may the rainbow’s knowledge be your song. Listen beyond. Go deep.
Beyond sunrise, there is a song we follow
Beyond clouds traveling with rain humped
On their back, lightning in their fists
Beyond the blue horizon where our ancestors
Appear bearing gifts, wrapped in blankets woven
With sun and strands of scarlet time
Beyond the footpaths we walk every day
From sunrise to kitchen, to work, to garden, to play
To sunset, to dark, and back
Beyond where the baby sleeps, her breath
A light mist of happiness making
A fine rainbow of becoming knowledgable around us . . . .
In the song of beyond, how deep we are —
— Joy Harjo, from “Beyond” in An American Sunrise
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