And I think over again
My small adventures
When from a shore wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And I thought I was in danger.My fears,
Those small ones
That I thought so big,
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.
And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing.
To live and see in huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the light that fills the world.
Photography credit: "Arctic Sunrise," by Tiger-I (originally color).
I read this first online, I am not sure where, now, but it was unattributed, "Inuit". It resontates deeply, and became a central "prayer" - as i saw and still see it, in a sequence of poems I wrote, called "radiology for the very young". "young" stands for ignorant, unknowing ( willfully or unconsciously willfully), and is a placeholder too, for becoming again as a child, innocent of heart, divested of cunning and the personal and collective effects of
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I am happy to see attribution here, and to be able to pick up the thread of the "song", which I shall look into. I love that it is called a song, since i now see prayer as an essential aspect of the forgotten song that exists in some dimension of the heart, as prayer evolves spontaneously into praise. Praise is a natural state of childlike wonder. . .