MAY THE SUN...

bring you new energy by day.

MAY THE MOON...

softly restore you by night.

MAY THE RAIN...

wash away your worries.

MAY THE BREEZE...

blow new strength into your being.

MAY YOU WALK...

gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of

your life.

~Apache Blessing~

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For the sky was a gift from the Great Spirit...
No man can own, buy, or sell...

For you "Punz"...
(Croutchty ole' bear smoke peace pipe)

what a beautiful poem...

and dedication....for me????

Oooooooohh dear dear Ms. Teddy Bear...

thank you so very very much...


i don't know what happened...

but somewhere, somewhere along the line ...

our close communication fell far behind

i have been hoping in the depths of my soul

that healing would come..... and it has...



i embrace you my Sister wholeheartedly


and extend to you a very broken arrow


an American Indian offering of " Peace"

Bump,...

I hope people are reading the Pipe Ceremony posted by Slowhand on the first page of this thread too. It really gives a good insight into the spirituality of Wankan Tanka

Yes, thank you Dear Abracadabra...

I also love what S1owhand brought here

to the bountiful table

of wise verbal genius

& incredibly prophetic insight




i love your name on line here too ...

it reminds me of the song <Abracadabra>

by the Steve Miller Band

love it!

love them all ...

Grandfather Great Spirit

All over the world the faces
of living ones are alike.

With tenderness they have
come up out of the ground.

Look upon your children
that they may face the winds
And walk the good road to the Day of Quiet.

Grandfather Great Spirit
Fill us with the Light.
Give us the strength to understand,
And the eyes to see.

Teach us to walk the soft Earth
as relatives to all that live.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

A Sioux Prayer
Translated by Chief Yellow Lark - 1887

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds
Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me
I come to you as one of your many children
I am small and weak
I need your strength and wisdom

May I walk in beauty
Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
And my ears sharp to your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things you have taught your children.

The lessons you have written in every leaf and rock
Make me strong--------!
Not to be superior to my brothers, but to fight my greatest enemy....myself

Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,
So that when life fades as the fading sunset,
May my spirit come to you without shame.

(prayers found at www.firstpeople.us)

URL :
http://www.firstpeople.us

Title :
First People - A huge site about American Indians.

Description :
Child friendly site about American and Canadian Indians. 1400+ legends, 400+ agreements and treaties, 10,000+ pictures, free clipart, Pueblo pottery, American Indian jewelry, books and more.

This was written by myself long ago, and it correlates with some native American thought, so I thought it would be appropriate...



The Gate Has No Key...



For when one truly seeks light
One looks with the heart
Eyes are of no use
They with mind close and start
To reveal the true essence
A goal for you to know
That value when placed right
Soon after will grow
Filling ones spirit
With that which is good
Eyes open then once again
They now see as they should
This world of our life
Begins to make sense
Only after your heart
Removes the old fence
That keeps one from themself
Always it will so
As long as it's there
What's inside one can't know
For the fence now you see
It was placed there by you
As protection from fears
Do you see what they knew
For the gate has no key
Access comes from within
Fear hides you from you
The answer is inside, my friend

on the prairie, on the lake, in the mountains
wherever the heart is open and free...
what use have i for keys?



the following poem is often attributed to Nezahualcoyotl
but according to the Wikipedia it was almost certainly not
written by him...

All the earth is a grave and nothing escapes it, nothing is so perfect
that it does not descend to its tomb. Rivers, rivulets, fountains and
waters flow, but never return to their joyful beginnings; anxiously
they hasten on the vast realms of the rain god. As they widen their
banks, they also fashion the sad urn of their burial.

Filled are the bowels of the earth with pestilential dust once flesh and bone,
once animate bodies of man who sat upon thrones, decided cases, presided in
council, commanded armies, conquered provinces, possessed treasure, destroyed
temples, exulted in their pride, majesty, fortune, praise and power. Vanished
are these glories, just as the fearful smoke vanishes that belches forth from
the infernal fires of Popocatepetl. Nothing recalls them but the written page.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nezahualcoyotl#Poetry

A Native American myth recounts that the Creator gathered all of creation and said, "I want to hide something from humans until they are ready for it. It is the realization that they can create their own life and their own reality."

The eagle said, "Give it to me; I'll take it to the moon and hide it there."

But the Creator said, "No, one day they will go there and will find it."

Then the salmon said, "Give it to me; I'll hide it in the bottom of the sea."

"No," said the Creator, "they'll get there too."

Well, the buffalo came and said, "Give it to me; I'll bury it in the plains."

The Creator said, "No, they will get there. They will cut into the skin of the earth, and they will find it even there."

But then Grand Mother mole came, the one that has no physical eyes to see on the outside but has spiritual eyes and the capacity to see on the inside, and she said, "Put it inside them; they'll never find it there."

And the Creator said, "It is done."

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Wow.. ..I have been off line for some time



thank you all for keeping this thread alive

I'm really glad you posted this thread,... and while I very much enjoyed reading the words of Chief Seattle, I found the Pipe Ceremony posted by S1owhand to be of even more value to me personally,…

This is because I’ve been thinking about becoming ‘more religious’ from a ceremonial or ritual point of view. I haven’t really found too many religious ceremonies, rituals, or prayers, that have ever really moved me. But The Pipe Ceremony is something that I feel very much at home with. It brings it all together, the concept of the spirit world, nature, and man’s place within the whole in a way that is very compatible with my innate feelings of our underlying true essence.

So I’ve copied that ceremony and I’ve been using it as a guide to create a ritual of my own that I can use as a medium to religiosity. I’ve never believed in any kind of strict ‘dogma’ or adherence to precise customs. But I’ve always felt that ever person should have customs of their own. I like the ceremony in general and how it uses the four natural directions to symbolize specific spirituality.

I think I’ll use a plant instead of a pipe though, and possibly sprinkle various things upon it during the ceremony, like water, earth, wind (blowing on it) and fire (raising it to the sunlight). At the end of the ceremony I’ll plant the plant in the earth.

Maybe I’ll end up with a sacred garden whist growing more in spirituality myself.

That sounds very good to me

{{{{{ <<<<< Abracadabra >>>>> }}}}}


I was in the Bay Area last weekend

with my Daughters & my Son

and almost our entire Family

and Good Friends were there...

We were celebrating

the 32nd birthday of my Twins

It was a wonderful time

and

we often have special sacred pipe ceremonies

Thanking God for all we are: for our splendid lives

& for all we've been given ~

for our wealth of family & friends

& we are of many different beliefs

all joining together in unison

this letter, this prayer, this vision of Chief Seattle's has always moved me, so so deeply

it is one of the most beautiful yet devastating pieces of writing i have ever read.

God, may we all wake up one day and embrace the full truth of this man's words and spiritual knowing...

Ty for posting...

Angel Light ...


i have been reading some of your beautiful poetry

You are an amazingly gifted Lady & a true Angel of Light

Ooooooohhh..thank you so much for stopping by

for your kind words and for your appreciation

of Chief Seattle's tender & tragic Writings

I actually found something else he wrote on a poster

and i am trying to find it online to include here



i agree with you so completely here when you pray


"God, may we all wake up one day
and embrace the full truth
of this man's words and spiritual knowing..."

I look forward to seeing what he wrote on the poster....

Ty for connecting with us so strongly, for deep calls unto deep