Special thanx to Danny (Indian Wigwam), for his tips & trucs on spaces.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And now, Grandfather, I ask you to bless

 

the White Man.

 

He needs your Wisdom, your guidance

 

You see, for so long,

 

he has tried to destroy my people,

 

and only feels comfortable

 

when given power.

 

Bless them, show them the peace we understand,

 

teach them humility.

 

For I fear they will someday destroy themselves

 

and their children,

 

As they have done so Mother Earth

 

I plead, I cry.

 

After all, They are my Brothers.......

 

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Come dance with the west wind

and touch all the mountain tops

sail over the canyons

and up to the stars

and reach for the heavens

and hope for the future

and all that we can be

and not what we are.

 

 

 

 

Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have been always,

and before you no one has been.

There is no other one to pray to but you.

You yourself, everything that you see,

everything that has been made by you.

The star nations all over the universe you have finished.

The four quarters of the earth you have finished.

The day, and in that day, everything you have finished.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, lean close to the earth

that you may hear the voice I send.

You towards where the sun goes down, behold me;

Thunder Beings, behold me!

You where the White Giant lives in power, behold me!

You where the sun shines continually, whence come the day-break star and the day, behold me!

You where the summer lives, behold me!

You in the depths of the heavens, an eagle of power, behold!

And you, Mother Earth, the only Mother,

you who have shown mercy to your children.

Hear me, four quarters of the world -- a relative I am!

 Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is!

Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand,

that I may be like you.

With your power only can I face the winds.

Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike.

With tenderness have these come up out of the ground.

Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms,

that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet.

This is my prayer; hear me!

The voice I have sent is weak, yet with earnestness I have sent it.

 Hear me! It is finished. Hetchetu aloh!

 

offering of the pipe - oglala sioux - black elk - 1930

Deep in concentration

 I look the other way

Know my gentle spirits

Follow me eatch day

 

Heart is never lonely

Their souls are right beside

Showing me their happiness

Within this life each stride.

 

 

Knowing what is sacred

Seeing what is true

Spirit of the winds come

Feel their love renew.

 

 

Heart so filled with passion

As I look across the land

Love and deep emotion

I feel them touch my hand.

 

 

Love is never distant

It walks with me inside

In spirits of quiet winds

Heart of love will guide.

 

Knowing that I follow

The road in which they lead

Follow in their footsteps

My heart is so at ease.

 

 

 

 

 

 

God in all his wisdom made a world into his name,

then he filled it with his creatures great and small.

Then he linked them all together,

like the pieces of a chain,

as the secret of survival for them all.

Before the chain is broken forever,

we gotta keep, keep the world together.

 

We gotta save, save save the Eagle.

The symbol of the feeling we call free.

 

We gotta keep the dreams alive.

Keep them flying high.

Save the Eagle.

Save part of You and Me.

 

He has been an inspiration as we've seen him in the air.

Majestically a hero in our eyes.

We looked at him so may times in so many different ways.

Ohhh, now he is looking back for life.

Before the chain is broken forever,

we gotta keep, keep the world together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     Het is tijd om in het NU te leven  

Wat als we later groot zijn ?

Als we weten hoe we in elkaar zitten en niet meer kunnen denken aan het mooie toen, omdat het mooie toen er niet was geweest ? Omdat het mooie toen er niet was doordat je teveel nadacht over later en je niet van het toen hebt kunnen genieten ?

        En wat nou, als je later niet groot wordt ? Heb je dan niets gehad, omdat je niet hebt kunnen genieten van het toen en nu geen toen meer kunt maken ? Als je lang leeft, heb je dan van elk moment een toen gemaakt ? Ik kan maar beter gaan leven in het nu, volgens mij loop je dan het minste risico het toen te verliezen. 

 

 

The Eagle has long been the symbol of honor,

 bravery, love, friendship and mystical powers

 for the Indian Nations.

 The Eagle gives visible form to Wakinyan

(He who speaks Mystery),

 the Being who moves between man and Wakantanka.

Wakinyan shows up in endless variations

 of eagle-likeness in Indian design from the southern tip

of South America to the North Pole area.

 Each Tribal group has its own stories and legends

 concerning the Eagle and Wakinyan

 (Thunderer, Thunderbird).

It has to be more than mere coincidence

 that many of these stories are identical in tribes

 widely separated in both Americas.

 

 

The  white men must treat the beasts

 of the land as his brother.

 what is man, without beasts ?

 if all the beasts were gone,

man would die from lonelyness of spirit.

for whatever happens to the beasts

also happens to the man.

 

. ~~Chief Seattle~~

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I am the beauty in all you see

but at times burdened in misery.

I am the joy and sadness in your heart...

the pride and courage that sets you apart.

 

With words often felt but left unsaid

I am the silent tears you shed.

I am the echoes in your memory

golden treasures held close to me.

 

I am joy, laughter and smiles

with the bright energy of a child

I am in your every thought

and bear scars from battles fought.

 

I guide you with strenght and care.

I am the given love you share

I am reflections of what is your best

I am the peace that brings you rest.

 

I am the strenght and dignity you hold

I am the reflection of your soul

invisible like vapors of air....

Yet I am always there.

 

Our destinies are locked together

I will be with you forever

you will always feel me near

as a soft whisper, I am here....

 

I am all you think, feel and see

I am what you make me to be

I guide you in all that you do

I am the spirit within you.

 

You are ever near it

do not fear it

listen with your heart and hear it

I am your spirit

I know you through and through.....

I am you.