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Whenever we walk on the Earth, we should pay attention to what is going on. Too often our minds are somewhere else, thinking about the past or thinking about the future. When we do this, we are missing important lessons. The Earth is a constant flow of lessons and teachings, which also include a constant flow of positive feelings. If we are aware as we walk, we will gather words for our lives, the lessons to help our children; we will gather feelings of interconnectedness and calmness. When we experience this, we should say or think thoughts of gratitude. When we do this, the next person to walk on the sacred path will benefit even more.
The Chumash have a story... It begins with a worm who is eaten by a bird. The bird is eaten by a cat whose self-satisfaction is disrupted by a mean-looking dog. After devouring the cat, the dog is killed by a grizzly bear. About that time comes a man who kills the bear and climbs a mountain to proclaim his superiority. He ran so hard up the mountain that he died at the top. Before long the worm crawled out of the man. We are all related. - 
Blood, sweat, and tears... the story of all Native America. We survive together or not at all. Lets put down the small stones between us. And come together, for it is what the Creator has in store for us. If we unite, we will be blessed. It has been said...
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AN INDIAN PRAYER - by H. Kent Craig
My grandmother is the wind
The Earth is my mother
The Great Spirit is my father
The World stopped at my birth
and laid itself at my feet
And I shall swallow the Earth whole
when I die
and the Earth and I will be one
Hail The Great Spirit, my father
without him no one could exist
because there would be no will to live
Hail The Earth, my mother
without which no food could be grown
and so cause the will to live to starve
Hail the wind, my grandmother
for she brings loving, lifegiving rain
nourishing us as she nourishes our crops
Hail the fire, my grandfather
for the light, the warmth, the comfort he brings
without which we be animals, not men
Hail my parent and grandparents
without which not I nor you
nor anyone else could have existed
Life gives life
which gives unto itself
a promise of new life
Hail the Great Spirit, The Earth, the wind, the fire
praise my parents loudly
for they are your parents, too
Oh, Great Spirit, giver of my life
please accept this humble offering of prayer
this offering of praise
this honest reverence of my love for you.
The Modern Warrior Wa ya Di tli hi
by Dr. Robert Baize
His arrows are his skills,
His quiver is full.
The story of his face paint is replaced by the
stories in his heart.
The hand print on his pony is replaced
by the hand prints left on the lives he has touched.
While he wears a shirt and tie,
he is still a warrior none the less.
He does not seek out the battles,
the battles find him
His foes curse his name.
Injustice is the battle field.
As with the warriors of old, the reasons for war
remain the same,
Someone must protect the child,
the elder,
the weak.
Principles and values, honor and dignity will
forever be the spoils.
The mighty warrior remains proud at heart.
He walks the gauntlet of indifference, and apathy.
He marks coup each time the suffering
rejoices with equality.
The quiet warrior,
the spirit warrior,
the modern warrior.
We search for you along this Great Red Road you have set us on.
Sky Father, Tunkashila, We thank you for this world.
We thank you for our own existence.
We ask only for your blessing and for your instruction.
Grandfather, Sacred One, Put our feet on the holy path that leads to you,
and give us the strength and the will to lead ourselves and our
children past the darkness we have entered.
Teach us to heal ourselves, to heal each other and to heal the world.
Let us begin this very day, this very hour, the Great Healing to come.
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.
~Sioux Prayer~
There were but two beneath the sky -
The thing I came to kill, and I.
I, under covert, quietly
Wached him sense eternity,
From quivering brush to pointed nose,
My gun to shoulder level rose.
And then I felt--but could not see,
Far off a hunter watching me.
I slowly put my rifle by,
For now I knew there were two,
Who had to die.
The thing I wished to kill...
... And I.
