Pause.

The river is my sister — I am its daughter.
It is my hands when I drink from it,
my own eye when I am weeping,
and my desire when I ache like a
yucca bell in the night.
The river says,
Open your mouth to me,
and I will make you more.

Natalie Diaz, from “From the First Water is the Body.”

The mountains, I become part of it. The herb, the fir tree, I become part of it. The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering waters, I become part of it. The wilderness, the dew drops, the pollen, I become part of it.

Navaho chant

Photo by Ikidhimase