Prayer
I am
me
and no
one
else.
I turned away
to find myself
from under
all this rubble.
I had to go to
find my shadow.
I had to go to find my
brother and sister.
I’m looking for my
power.
I’ve been space holding
for so long, and
covering over and
drifting wide.
Not writing the
letters of intent.
Of regret.
Of heaven sent.
Of descent.
Missing meanings.
Short faces.
Hold on together
to this long wind
of blessed air.
Not in
that
space…
Kind of a Turtle Island name, for living in this world in a post western way. Various writings, musings, and reflections.
Tuesday, August 18, 2026
Prayer
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