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, Upon
my body snow lays soft and white, Mountains
tall, clouds wreath my crests, Sandy
beaches and rock girded shore, All
this beauty was yours to behold, I am your Mother
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Spiritual Warrior Author
Unknown 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. 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.
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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.
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Watch By: Black
Hawk The thunder begins to roll in and the people watch The trees, animals, homes and that of man's creation
sit silent The thunder is blue rather than white with streaks of
red
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