BEAUTIFUL WORD'S BY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

Chief Aupumut, Mohican

When it comes time to die,
be not like those whose hearts
are filled with fear of death,
so when theirtime 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.

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.

Big Thunder, Algonquin

The Great Spirit in all things.
he is the air we breathe.
But the Earth is our Mother.
She nourishes us
that which we put into the ground
she returns to us.

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

What is life?
It's the flash of a Firefly in the night.
It's the breath of a Buffalo
in the wintertime.
It's the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

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.

May The Spirit's always be With You
Thank you for walking this path with me!
MorningStar Joni

11-23-2002