Native people have walked the path for countless centuries and have expressed their awe and love of nature in their great oral traditions of chants, poems and songs. Words were medicine, they were magic and invisible. They came from nothing into sound and meaning. And while language translations into English inevitably lose the true beauty of the original sounds, the spirit and the meaning of their thoughts still shimmers through for all of us to reflect upon and appreciate.
With his great wing feathers
Swooping the darkness up
I hear the Eagle bird
Pulling the blanket back
off from the eastern sky
Holy Mother Earth, the trees and all nature are witnesses of your thoughts and deeds
May it be beautiful before me
May it be beautiful behind me
May it be beautiful below me
May it be beautiful above me
May it be beautiful around me
In beauty it is finished
and the seal came gently toward me
Why didn't I harpoon him?
Was I sorry for him?
Was it the day, the spring day, the
seal playing in the sun
like me?
In the beginning God gave to every people a cup of clay, and from this cup they drank their life.
I sing for them
a Horse nation
I sing for them
the animals
and the stone holds a light
he can feel it in his palm
it is the same light animals leave
on the stones along the river
where they pass in the night
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