Long Island Sound - photo: tjbg 2011 |
May the sun
bring you new energy by day.
May the moon
softly restore you by night.
May the rain
wash away your worries.
May the breeze
blow new strength into your being.
May you walk gently through the world
and know its beauty all the days of your life.
bring you new energy by day.
May the moon
softly restore you by night.
May the rain
wash away your worries.
May the breeze
blow new strength into your being.
May you walk gently through the world
and know its beauty all the days of your life.
Apache blessing
Long Island Sound - photo: tjbg 2013 |
The
beauty of the trees, the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass, they speak to me.
The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning,
the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.
The strength of the fire, the taste of the salmon,
the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.
the fragrance of the grass, they speak to me.
The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning,
the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.
The strength of the fire, the taste of the salmon,
the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.
Chief
Dan George
Long Island Sound - photo: tjbg 2013 |
Humankind must
be a steward of the Earth;
Caretakers for all that dwells upon it;
To be of one heart with all things.
Caretakers for all that dwells upon it;
To be of one heart with all things.
Human beings
must learn
to share the
tears of every living thing,
To feel in our hearts the pain
of the wounded animal,
each crushed blade of grass;
tears of every living thing,
To feel in our hearts the pain
of the wounded animal,
each crushed blade of grass;
Mother
Earth is our flesh;
the rocks, our bones;
The rivers are the blood of our veins.
the rocks, our bones;
The rivers are the blood of our veins.
We are all
children of _____.
Traditions are open to anyone
who wants to learn.
who wants to learn.
Huichol
Holy Man
Long Island Sound unseen - photo: tjbg 2012 |
2 comments:
Beautiful words and pictures. Thanks!
glad you liked them - nature is incredible and i wish i could capture more of it in all its glory! thank you
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