Emerson Blackhorse Mitchell – Nov 16th, Iyengar II & I

Diné from Shiprock. Backbends might feel like a hill (or mountain) to climb, and they can be. Don’t forget to admire the view, maybe take a look at that next hill, maybe not…

MIRACLE HILL

I stand upon my miracle hill,

Wondering of the yonder distance,

Thinking, When will I reach there?

I stand upon my miracle hill.

The wind whispers in my ear.

I hear the songs of old ones.

I stand upon my miracle hill;

My loneliness I wrap around me.

It is my striped blanket.

I stand upon my miracle hill

And send out touching wishes

To the world beyond hand’s reach.

I stand upon my miracle hill.

The bluebird that flies above

Leads me to my friend, the white man.

I come again to my miracle hill.

At last I know all of me—

Out there, beyond, and here upon my hill.