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| When what is inside the soul is compared to one's life.. and life is lived this reflection then so the soul shall survive. What roams around and becomes the strength of the bear and of the buffalo and yet as gentle as the lion cub's first day? Indian soul. High above, lost, yet searching, in nature's cover called a cloud, Indian soul survives. The flesh triumphs his way and he becomes his life until he is then the soul. Master of disquise. Indian Soul ? Where did you leave the bow and knife and your string of beads? Indian Soul... Reach for me, Indian soul, and become a part of me as I stand to face the bear and buffalo. Robert H. Green � 2002 |
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