Began with this photo:
Continued with Joy Harjo's poem "In Praise of Earth," these lines in particular:
And this Earth keeps faithfully to her journey, carrying us around the Sun,
All of us in our rags and riches, our rages and promises, small talk and suffering...
I wrote:
Everything has become fodder for
writing, a spark point. There is
a multi-dimensional aspect and
depth to uncover in everything I read.
In a time of great disparity, suffering,
loneliness, and rage,
my mind pierces the possible.
I am highly aware
that the promised moment
from many years ago
has come, when I saw,
during a shamanic journey,
the rainbow, heard the words
"You're the great integrator."
And today I was taken by the breathtaking
photo of a rainbow over Chicago.
I've received the sign of hope and renewal.
The painting in the sky.
This is for me.
I accept the challenge.
Then, this poem I read every day took on deeper meaning:
Cut brambles long enough,
Sprout after sprout,
And the lotus will bloom
Of its own accord:
Already waiting in the clearing,
The single image of light.
The day you see this,
That day you will become it.
~Sun Bu-er~
I saw the rainbow.
The image of light.
And it was me.
"My life is full of color here
My mind is clear."
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