Rosa Sophia's Blog - Posts Tagged "native-american"
Who's that near my bedside?
The hour is late. The scent of sage lingers on the air. After poring through books, getting to know these long-dead wise-men, I feel closer to the earth.
I open my eyes in the dark. Something is watching. Who's that near my bedside?
A hint of feathers, long hair. His hands are clasped. His face is leathery from the sun, many wrinkles on his skin reflect his many experiences. I am visited by a good spirit.
And the culmination of all my actions comes down to this--
I have journeyed to a foreign land and peeked backward in time, and I am meant to write these stories.
For him.
For the good spirit standing near my bedside. For all good spirits of the past.
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset... There is no death. Only change of worlds... The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself." -- Native American Philosophers
(Cross-posted to my Xanga blog, lily-scarlet.xanga.com)
I open my eyes in the dark. Something is watching. Who's that near my bedside?
A hint of feathers, long hair. His hands are clasped. His face is leathery from the sun, many wrinkles on his skin reflect his many experiences. I am visited by a good spirit.
And the culmination of all my actions comes down to this--
I have journeyed to a foreign land and peeked backward in time, and I am meant to write these stories.
For him.
For the good spirit standing near my bedside. For all good spirits of the past.
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset... There is no death. Only change of worlds... The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself." -- Native American Philosophers
(Cross-posted to my Xanga blog, lily-scarlet.xanga.com)
