People. People who call themselves
by a name, a label.
People who place themselves
at the head of the table.
People who invoke for themselves
some elusive power.
People who see themselves
as the need of the hour.
People who see themselves
Worthy of all honor.
Who see their god as helpless, ineffective,
in Towers imagine,
Themselves above all others.
An ancient graveyard.
Monuments and markers tell
Tales of family.
Venus morning star,
and my thoughts turn to you.
Beauty shining bright.
Oh, what should we seek,
happiness or contentment?
A different world…
Pointing your finger,
Placing blame where it belongs!
Looking in mirrors.
American life,
Where even poor seem rich, free,…
But not for dreamers!
Salmon pink sky,
At beginning of day,
Defining my mood
Mourn the ways of man!
That we produce not beauty and art,
but only words and war.
“Pop, what’s the last number?”
“Numbers grow, then they’ll contract.
Isa, One is the last.
One became two, two became three.
God is one when man is one.”
Beauty, I’ve been meaning to explain my frequent use of “beauty” as a category or tag in my posts. I knew I needed to do this almost as soon as I started posting more frequently. Why? you ask. Because I just as quickly began to have a number of young women view, like my posts and begin following me. I AM NOT complaining.
I just couldn’t figure out why. Until I would get a enough time to visit their blogs, many of which were focused on beauty as well. Except it was beauty in a different, certainly more common, sense. They were interested in, blogging about, beauty, cosmetics, fashion, etc.
Before I go any further I need to tell you that I am not Dineh (Navajo), I was not raised by the people, not have I been schooled or trained in their ways or customs. My understanding, what I am about to say, is solely my own interpretation of my readings in English about the Dineh concept and practice of walking in beauty. Any errors are mine and I would appreciate feedback/correction from those who wish to provide it.
Beauty, when I use it as a category or tag, is in the Dineh sense of hózhó náhásdlii (to walk in beauty). That sense, quite literally, that all around us and about us is in harmony. That nature, my person, my spirit, are all vibrating to the same harmonic. Let me give you an example.
It was a hike a few years ago. A day hike of about 10 or 12 miles along a blazed trail through one of the state forests where I live. I’d been on the trail about an hour, a little more maybe, working along one ridge line that was slightly lower than the one to the west which I was paralleling. The trail turned west and then back to the north and suddenly I was in a little glade, a stream burbling through it, the tempeture dropped 10 degrees, there was a massive yew streamside in the middle of the glade, and I cannot describe adequately the complete sense of peace, tranquility, rightness… My Irish self would probably call it a thin place, those secret spots where the barrier between worlds is nearly non-existent. I spent an hour in that place, in hózhó.
I’ve hiked that trail twice since. It’s not been the same in the glade. Me, or the universe, one of us was out of synch those days, not hózhó náhásdlii.
Haiku Journey 