Indian Proverb

I look to the beauties that surround me, the aromas that entrance me, the sounds that enchant me. In and through everything, I am able to see beauty and purpose. Reasoning or logic does not fit in my world, they are things that only seek to assist the physical world, the world of the lost ones. With great thankfulness, I look to the moon, to the sun, to the water, to the eagle, the bear, the salmon, the deer, coyote, and I trust in them for the surety of my existence. I know that these things will outlive the lost ones, I know that some will say, who is he to teach of our values? I know that some will say, he does not seem the logic one who will teach of our values? But who is talking logic, I am talking inner-spirituality. When the moon does not come out one night then comes out in full form the next, I am able to trust that tomorrow I will be in full form. So I greet the life with power from within. I seek my strength, my power, my destiny from within. This omnipotence from within cannot be destroyed so easily. I stand on my two feet, sunken into mother earth. Like two blood veins, they surge life into me. Complete with all the emotions of mother earth. Like a tree, I will raise my arms to the sky, to father wind, giving thanks for the timeless lessons he reveals to me through his ancient stories. Into father winds breath, I will drop seeds of life with dreams that they will take root in new land, giving vigorous beauty and shelter for all to once again respect. To my children, eat of the fruit that grows from my branches, this fruit is your protection from the lost ones. It is my love. Through the cracks of the cement sidewalks and buildings, my roots will come, to grow into great tokens of life. Bringing hope to those people who have lost the meaning of life. They will tear their way in blind fury to get to my protection. They will feel their hearts once again, and learn how to listen to the stories that have been hidden deep in the beating heart for so long. Thank you, oh Great Creator for my gift of life, thank you for my people. Thank you Mother Earth, for the energy that you swell in my heart. Thank you for listening to my words.

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