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Indian Poems
Sing the song of youre soul.
Sing the song of youre soul
Let is soar on the wings of youre spirit
Live the tune of youre love so loud
Al the world will take notice and hear it.
The gift of youre very presence
Marks youre place as a person of worth
Rejoice and be very gratefull
for the days of our journey on earth
Lift yourself .. Find youre passion
Decide who and what you want to become
Create your life and move ahead
Your are not difined by where you are from
The race of human kind is yours
not the boundaries of any creation
Stand and shine in the light of who you are
A beloved and glorious creation.
The Warior
The warrior crossed my path,
Only for a while.
He put down his bow
And gave me a smile.
He took time to teach
And guide me in the ways
I learned about my People
And to give love, always.
He taught me strength and freedom
And he told me, that I fly with the Eagle.
Then he mounted his horse
And he waved goodbye.
Do not be sad, he said
Wipe the tear from your eye.
My spirit will guide you,
When I am gone.
Do not be sad,
You will not be alone.
O' Great Spirit Whose voice
I hear in the winds,
And Whose breath gives
life to all the world,
hear me ! I am small and
weak,I need your strength
and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty,
and make my eyes ever behold
the red purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the
things you have made and my
ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may
understand the things You
have taught my people,
Let me learn the lessons You
have hidden in every
leaf and rock,
I seek strength not to be
greater than my brother,but
to fight my greatest enemy,
myself.
Make me always ready to come
to You with clean hands
and straight eyes,
So when life fades,as the
fading sunset, my spirit may
come to you without shame.
Bless the wisdom of the Holy One above us;
Bless the truth of the Holy One beneath us;
Bless the love of the Holy One within us.
Cause To Remember
White Buffalo
With feather-light heart
I take pause.
Time to remember
another cause.
When the White Buffalo comes
to reclaim the bundle,
lightning will flash,
thunder will rumble.
When all is over
the calm begins.
The Spirits have come,
the people will know no end.
An awakening of equal measure
will spread across the land.
White Buffalo Calf appears
joining tribal hands.
We will stand
on land
once ours,
now returned.
White Buffalo born
and the vision is done.
THE MEANING
AN ANCIENT FIRESIDE RITUAL
The Indian author is unknown
WE CARE FOR THE LAND AND THE LAND CARES FOR US…
UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF THE VERY SOIL BENEATH
YOUR FEET FROM A SINGLE GRAIN OF SAND TO THE GREAT
MOUNTAINS ABOVE…ALL IS SACRED.
WE CARE FOR THE LAND AND THE LAND CARES FOR US…
CLOSE YOUR EYES … BREATH DEEP OUR FOUR WINDS OF CHANGE…
LISTEN FOR NATURES CALL BOTH GREAT AND SMALL…ALL IS SACRED.
WE CARE FOR THE LAND AND THE LAND CARES FOR US…
RESPECT THE FLOWING WATERS OF BUBBLING BROOKS ON TO OCEANS WIDE…
WELCOME THE RAINS FROM FALLING SKIES…ALL IS SACRED.
WE CARE FOR THE LAND AND THE LAND CARES FOR US…
THE SUN, MOON AND STARS OF YESTERDAY, TODAY AND TOMORROW
SHINE ETERNALLY UPON THIS LAND.
WE ARE THE TRUSTED GUARDIANS OF THIS SACRED PLACE.
WE CARE FOR THE LAND AND THE LAND CARES FOR US…
Voor meer prayers, proverbs and wisdom of the Indians
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