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| Beautiful words spoken
by beautiful people. Chief Seattle: When the earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, the Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them. Zitkala-Sa A wee child toddling in a wonder world, I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens where the voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of the birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers. If this is Paganism, then at present , at least, I am a Pagan. Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. Chief Aupumut, Mohican When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home. Big Thunder, Algonquin The Great Spirit in all things, he is the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother. She nourishes us, that which we put into the ground she returns to us. Luther Standing Bear Oglala Sioux The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged..... |
