In these modern times of large cities and even larger suburbs
and in this time when our forests and gamelands are slowly being raped by government bureaucracies
it has become hard for a warrior to find a place of peace and solitude -
A place to cleanse his spirit and his body. It seems a journey of great distance is needed.
On such a journey recently to the mountains of my people, as I slept under the majestic sky,
I was awakened by a rustling sound. As I reached for my knife and slowly got up
I could see through the flickering flames of my campfire a solitary figure resting on the ground.
As I slowly moved around the fire and cleared the sleep from my eyes, I stopped cold in my tracks - for I was staring into the eyes of a wolf lying with his head on his paws and his black eyes staring into mine.
He did not seem alarmed by my presence and his eyes seemed to beckon for me to sit and not be afraid. As I lowered my knife and sat across from him our eyes seemed to lock as if I were looking in a mirror. My thoughts drifted back to the days when my people were free to roam the Plaines and mountains with no boundaries.
While in his eyes I could see the wolf running in packs, without the boundaries
of the cities and factories, my mind was now focused on my people again, seeing the signs posted � Pine Ridge, Rose Bud and many more - seeing my people penned up like animals on these reservations the government called our homes. I could see the pain and suffering of the trail of tears and the massacre at Wounded Knee. But in eyes of the wolf I was watching the endless slaughter of his kind. The unrestricted hunting of his brothers that almost brought them to extinction. I could see the trapping and relocating of the wolf for the protection of civilization
much as my people were relocated on the trail of tears.
Mixed with my thoughts of how the red road was once walked in peace and harmony
were the visions, in the eyes of the wolf, of the hardships. Mixed with these were thoughts and visions that our spirits were one. I thought of how the two of us have walked with pride in our
heritages, how we both shared strong family values and how both of our heritages
although suffering much, had endured and that he still ran with the spirit of his breed
And I still walked in the spirit of mine. With this knowledge I returned to sleep and rest
across from my brother wolf.
Closing my eyes knowing we shared
Mirrored spirits.
Sungmanitutanka Sape
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