Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Seventh Generation

Earth teach me quiet--as the grasses are still with new 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 mothers nurture their young.

Earth teach me courage--as the tree that stands alone.

Earth teach me limitation--as the ant that crawls on the ground.

Earth teach me freedom--as the eagle that soars in the sky.

Earth teach me acceptance--as the leaves that die each fall.

Earth teach me renewal--as the seed that 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 with rain.

An Ute Prayer

“You have noticed that everything an Indian does in a circle and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything and everything tries to be round.

In the old days all our power came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation and so long as the hoop was unbroken the people flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop, and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The East gave peace and light, the South gave warmth, the West game rain and the North with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance. This knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion.

Everything the power of the world does is in a circle. The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball and so are the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing and always come back again to where they were.

The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves. Our teepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation’s hoop, a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children.”

Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux 1863-1950

Over a hundred years ago Black Elk had a vision of the time when Indian people would heal from the devastating effects of European migration. In his vision the Sacred Hoop which had been broken would be mended in 7 generations. The children born into this decade will be the Seventh Generation.

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