From The Caretakers Of Mother Earth

The Beauty Of Words

 

I AM YOUR MOTHER

By:  Wazi Nagi - Pine Tree Soul

I am your Mother, do you not hear my heart beat,
Can you not feel the love I send;
Was not the air you breathed, my scent so sweet,
Is my pain hard for you to comprehend;

Upon my body snow lays soft and white,
Beneath my skin the future sleeps;
My blood flows to nurture and delight,
Into the ground it deeply seeps.

Mountains tall, clouds wreath my crests,
Rolling hills once wooded thick;
Gentle prairies too were once lush with grass,
Where did my bounty go so quick.

Sandy beaches and rock girded shore,
Where ocean waters sweep and crash;
A land of beauty, once so pure,
Marred by man's actions heedless and rash.

All this beauty was yours to behold,
Your duty was to love, cherish and protect;
Feel my anguish, the pain in my soul,
All I asked was your respect.

I am your Mother

 

Spiritual Warrior

Author Unknown

Life offers us the opportunity to become a Spiritual Warrior.

A warrior is one who bravely goes into those dark areas within themselves to ferret out the Truth of their being. It takes great courage, stamina and endurance to become a Spiritual Warrior.

The path is narrow, the terrain rough and rocky. You will walk alone: through the dark caves, up those steep climbs and through the dense thick forest. You will meet your dark side. The faces of fear, deceit, and sadness all await your arrival. No one can take this journey but you.

There comes a time, in each of our lives, when we are given the choice to follow this path. Should we decide to embark on this journey, we can never turn back.... Our lives are changed forever

On this journey, there are many different places we can choose to slip into and hide. But the path goes on. The Spiritual Warrior stays the course, wounded at times, exhausted and out of energy. Many times, the Warrior will struggle back to their feet to take only a few steps before falling again. Rested, they forge on, continuing the treacherous path.

The journey continues. The Spiritual Warrior stays the course. Weakened, but never broken. One day, the battle, loneliness and desperate fights are over. The sun breaks through the clouds; the birds begin to sing their sweet melodies. There is a change in the energy. A deep change within the self.

The warrior has fought the courageous fight. The battle of the dark night of the soul is won. New energy now fills the Warrior. A new path is now laid before them. A gentler path filled with the inner-knowing of one who has personal empowerment.

  With their personal battle won, they are filled with joy. A new awareness that they are one with the Spirit beams as they go forth to show others the way. They are not permitted to walk the path for others. They can only love, guide and be a living example of the truth of their being

 

 

The Circle Of Life

BY:  Black Elk

             Oglala Sioux Holy Man

             1863 To 1950 

 You have noticed that everything as Indian does is in a circle, and that is because The Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round...

The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are All the stars.

The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours....

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were.

The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.

 

Watch

By:  Black Hawk

The thunder begins to roll in and the people watch
for there is something different in the wind.
The wind blows in a pushing motion of great force
though nothing is harmed in its path.

The trees, animals, homes and that of man's creation sit silent
There is great awe for no one seems to understand
What kind of storm was this, the people ask
Where has it come from and will it come again?

The thunder is blue rather than white with streaks of red
the rolling thunder's sound shakes the soul
Change has happened, for this thunder is a warning
the shift has begun. Do you see it, do you feel it...