As I walk the trail of life in the fear of the wind and rain,
Grant O Great Spirit that I may always walk like a man.
"Please forgive us and forgive our forefathers. Help us to live in peace and harmony once again. Oh Creator of All Things, take the violence and anger from our hearts."
There is a road in the hearts of all of us, hidden and seldom traveled, which leads to an unknown, secret place.
The old people came literally to love the soil, and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power.
Their teepees were built upon the earth and their altars were made of earth.
The soul was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.
That is why the old Indian still sits upon the earth instead of propping himself up and away from its life giving forces.
For him, to sit or lie upon the ground is to be able to think more deeply and to feel more keenly. He can see more clearly into the mysteries of life and come closer in kinship to other lives about him.
~ Chief Luther Standing Bear ~
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