As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book |
(Proverb of the Native American UTE Tribe) Earth teach me stillness as the grasses are stilled with light. Earth teach me suffering as old stones suffer with memory. Earth teach me humility as blossoms are humble with beginning. Earth teach me caring as the mother who secures her young. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands alone. Earth teach me limitation as the ant which crawls on the ground. Earth teach me freedom as the eagle which soars in the sky. Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall. Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring. Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me to remember kindness as dry fields weep in the rain. The Native Americans teach that their ancestors are still here on this land. Sometimes in the forests and the hills and in the streams, one can feel them. I swear it is so. And their strength, their courage and their faith will get us through this terrible time in America. For this is their land, and so many of us have their genes, and even those who do not, have their blessings in the air we breathe. All ONE breath. And the passing storms will again allow the land to speak when the ravens are quiet and the souls of men begin to listen. |