Born of long Snows long Nights in the month of the Cold Moon I seek the Fire within birthed of west wind, lightning & thunder, warmth of the sun Hawk shows me the path to my goals I give thanks to the Creator for their power and know their purpose
Mudjekeewis, Cheif Council of all Spirit-Keepers, the season of falling leaf and my totem Grizzley Bear, Cheif Council of all Totems gives me strength and stability gained from introspection and learning of myself Evening speaks to me and I am stilled For these I also give thanks to the Creator
Tread softly on your Mother who was birthed in fire The ground beneath your feet lovingly holds the ashes of your grandfathers When you spit apon her you spit on yourself and the ashes will not absorb your disrespect All that walk, hop, jump, swim, fly and crawl are your brothers What is happening to them will happen to you Teach your children...
(c) Linda Gayton 2006
*Last stanza adapted from a letter written by Cheif Seattle
since I was a girl, I have loved the writings of Chief Seattle and Native American history. what an awesome poem here, Lin. what might happen if we all were to heed the wisdom in "Thunderbird Clan"... Dawn
We can run but we can't hide. The ills we force upon our earth are not without consequence. Unless we change nature's wrath will be unleashed. Excellent write and important words to heed. Pierre.
Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)
Reviewed on July 2, 2006
~~Linda~~this is a great poem..one i will read to my daughters~~
~~martin~~
Reviewed by Linda Luna (Reader)
Reviewed on July 2, 2006
Linda,
Thank you for this precious reminder of our sacred trust as the keepers of the earth and our children...I especially appreciate the line" spit on yourself and the ashes will not absorb your disrespect"... may you continue to speak such truth to spur the heart to action before it is too late.
This one will be a treasure to me, for my children and granchildren. Your words are those of my own father...changed a bit with the same respect he taught all his children for this world.
This is a most precious write for teachings here are the wisdom of our forefather's.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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Ron
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love Tinka
fly and crawl are your brothers
What is happening to them
will happen to you
And I truly believe these wise old Native Americans were right, Linda.
Loved your poem and your graphic.
~~martin~~
Thank you for this precious reminder of our sacred trust as the keepers of the earth and our children...I especially appreciate the line" spit on yourself and the ashes will not absorb your disrespect"... may you continue to speak such truth to spur the heart to action before it is too late.
Peace - Linda Luna*
Regis
This is a most precious write for teachings here are the wisdom of our forefather's.
Excellent! I certainly do appreciate you Linda.
Love and peace.
Susan