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By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

Remember that you are all people and that all people are you.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

I know I walk in and out of several worlds each day.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joy Harjo

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

My father told me that some voices are so true they can be used as weapons, can maneuver the weather, change time. He said that a voice that powerful can walk away from the singer if it is shamed. After my father left us, I learned that some voices can deceive you. There is a top layer and there is a bottom, and they don't match.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joy Harjo

And whom do I call my enemy? An enemy must be worthy of engagement. I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking. It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind. The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun. It sees and knows everything. It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing. The door to the mind should only open from the heart. An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joy Harjo

I understood why women went back to their abusers. The monster wasn't your real husband, he was a bad dream - an alien of sorts - who took over the spirit of your beloved one. He entered and left your husband. It was your real love you welcomed back in.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joy Harjo

The saxophone is so human. Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud, bump into people, say the wrong words at the wrong time, but then, you take a breath all the way from the center of the earth and blow. All that heartache is forgiven. All that love we humans carry makes a sweet, deep sound and we fly a little.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joy Harjo

A panther poised in the cypress tree about to jump is a panther poised in a cypress tree about to jump. The panther is a poem of fire green eyes and a heart charged by four winds of four directions. The panther hears everything in the dark: the unspoken tears of a few hundred human years, storms that will break what has broken his world, a bluebird swaying on a branch a few miles away. He hears the death song of his approaching prey: I will always love you, sunrise. I belong to the black cat with fire green eyes. There, in the cypress tree near the morning star.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

It's important as a writer to do my art well and do it in a way that is powerful and beautiful and meaningful, so that my work regenerates the people, certainly Indian people, and the earth and the sun. And in that way we all continue forever.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where it is supposed to begin. We cannot skip any part.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

My sister accommodates me, never reproaches me with her doctrine, never tries to change me. She accepts and loves me, despite our differences.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

At least I've had to come to that in my life, to realize that this stuff called failure, this stuff, this debris of historical trauma, family trauma, you know, stuff that can kill your spirit, is actually raw material to make things with and to build a bridge. You can use those materials to build a bridge over that which would destroy you.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

I spoke with the crows before leaving for Los Angeles. They were the resident storytellers whose strident and insistent voices added the necessary dissonance for color. They had cousins in California, and gave me their names and addresses, told me to look them up. They warned me, too, what they had heard about attitude there. And they were right. Attitude was thick, hung from the would-be's and has-beens and think-they-ares, so thick that I figured it was the major source of the smog.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joy Harjo

There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working. When that stops we all die.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joy Harjo

I have a cat, a stripedy cat with tickling whiskers and green electric eyes. She has the softest fur in the world. When I pet her she purrs as if she has a drum near her heart.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

Someone accompanies every soul from the other side when it enters this place. Usually it is an ancestor with whom that child shares traits and gifts

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

Because Music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joy Harjo

To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you And know there is more That you can't see, can't hear Can't know except in moments Steadly growing, and in languages That aren't always sound but other Circles of motion. Like eagle that Sunday morning Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky In wind, swept our hearts clean With sacred wings. We see you, see ourselves and know That we must take the utmost care And kindness in all things. Breathe in, knowing we are made of All this, and breathe, knowing We are truly blessed because we Were born, and die soon within a True circle of motion, Like eagle rounding out the morning Inside us. We pray that it will be done In beauty. In beauty.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joy Harjo

I walk in and out of several worlds every day.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Joy Harjo

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Joy Harjo

I could hear my abandoned dreams making a racket in my soul.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

I have more questions than answers in this world as do most poets and writers. The field of memory we exist in is absolutely encompassing and is both a question and answer. It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joy Harjo

Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the visionaries, all makers and carriers of fresh meaning—We will all make it through, despite politics and wars, despite failures and misunderstandings. There is only love.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Joy Harjo

She had horses who were the blue air of the sky.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

In Isleta the rainbow was a crack in the universe. We saw the barest of all life that is possible. Bright horses rolled over and over the dusking sky.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joy Harjo

If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joy Harjo

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Joy Harjo

All acts of kindness are lights in the war for justice.