I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now. Forever will be a day like this… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
The saxophone is so human. Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud, bump into people, say the wrong words… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
My father told me that some voices are so true they can be used as weapons, can maneuver the weather, change time.… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“It is in times like these that we face the most cunning of tricksters. We might even find a trickster in the… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
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… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“This morning when I looked out the roof window before dawn and a few stars were still caught in the fragile weft of ebony… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
In Isleta the rainbow was a crack in the universe. We saw the barest of all life that is possible. Bright horses rolled over… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
A story matrix connects all of us. There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people who accompany you. Ask their forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought down… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“It's possible to understand the world from studying a leaf. You can comprehend the laws of aerodynamics, mathematics, poetry and biology through the complex… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working.… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
“I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hate twin, but now, I don't know you… — Joy Harjo Copy Share Image
