Prayer to start your Day
Native American Prayer
Oh, Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me, I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold
the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have
made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things
you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have
hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my Spirit may come to you without shame.
(translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)
published in Native American Prayers - by the Episcopal
Lakota Instructions for Living
Friend do it this way - that is,
whatever you do in life,
do the very best you can
with both your heart and mind.
And if you do it that way,
the Power Of The Universe
will come to your assistance,
if your heart and mind are in Unity.
When one sits in the Hoop Of The People,
one must be responsible because
All of Creation is related.
And the hurt of one is the hurt of all.
And the honor of one is the honor of all.
And whatever we do affects everything in the universe.
If you do it that way - that is,
if you truly join your heart and mind
as One - whatever you ask for,
that's the Way It's Going To Be.
passed down from White Buffalo Calf Woman
Many Horses
"I will follow the white man's trail.
I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to his burdens. I will be cunning as a coyote. I will ask him to help me understand his ways,
Then I will prepare the way for my children, and
Their children. The Great Spirit has shown me - a day will come when they
Will outrun the white man in his own shoes."
Could not find name of Author
Metea, a Potowatami chief of the Illinois nation
"My Father: a long time has passed since first we came upon our lands; and our people have all sunk into their graves. They had sense.
We are all young and foolish, and do not wish to do anything that they would not approve, were they living. We are fearful we shall offend their spirits if we sell our lands;
And we are fearful we shall offend you if we do not sell them.
This has caused us great perplexity of thought, because we have counselled among ourselves,
And do not know how we can part with our lands.
My Father, we have sold you a great tract of land already; but it is not enough! We sold it to you for the benefit of your children, to farm and to live upon. We have now but a little left. We shall want it all for ourselves. We know not how long we shall live, and we wish to leave some lands for our children to hunt upon. You are gradually taking away our hunting grounds. Your children are driving us before them. We are growing uneasy. What lands you have you may retain. But we shall sell no more
Santana, Kiowa Chief
"I love this land and the buffalo and will not part with it. I want you to understand well what I say. Write it on paper...I hear a great deal of good talk from the gentlemen the
Great Father sends us, but they never do what they say. I don't want any of the medicine lodges (schools and churches) within the country. I want the children raised as I was.
I have heard you intend to settle us on a reservation near the mountains. I don't want to settle.
I love to roam over the prairies. There I feel free and happy, but when we settle down we grow pale and die.
A long time ago this land belonged to our fathers, but when I go up to the river I see camps of soldiers on its banks. These soldiers cut down my timber, they kill my buffalo and
When I see that, my heart feels like bursting."
These words from our past, tell us of the pain and loss we, the children of the Earth, feel in our hearts and express our concern for, not only our future but the future of the world
As we watch the land being raped in the name of progress.
Chief Aupumut, Mohican. 1725
"When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home."
Art Sun And Morning Star
My name is Yolanda..My Husband Art
To all our friends I'm Yolie
Art Sun And Morning Star
Dedicated to The Native American Culture
Although we are not Native American in our hearts the spirit
Lives
Since the first day we can remember
Deep in the cord of my heart
We know there must be a drop of blood in our soul
Because the spirit lives within our hearts
We have no doubt our hearts belongs to the spirit of the
Native American Culture
Art and Me Yolie , a spiritual beings brought to this
Earth for a purpose
As we believe We are a poet and poetess
Lovers of the written word, in all its forms for we chose to
Believe it is the most
Beautiful Self expression besides honesty and pure dedication
The poetic Torch burns within our hearts and
God deep within our Essence….
Thank you for visiting and hope you enjoyed
Our Native American Wisdom Poetry
Thank you to Our friend Richard Lee Cook
He thought me to say this in the beautiful native language
yigaquu osaniyu adanvto adadoligi nigohilvi nasquv utloyasdi nihi" meaning, (MAY THE GREAT SPIRIT'S BLESSINGS ALWAYS BE WITH YOU) I'LL FINISH WITH, "Oyate Nimkte Wacin Yelo, aisv nu wa do hi ya do" (IN THE SPIRIT OF MY PEOPLE, WALK IN PEACE)
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