We
are all on the rim of the world and at the center at the same time.
We are attached to the ripples that eminate from the center ~ life is so.
We ride the
waves ~ the wind turns us. We flow as the prairie grass flows and
we are bound to the sacred land ~ walking our path in a sacred manner.
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I am
as one with all creations ~ the other humans; the four leggeds; the winged
ones; those of the water and air. I give thanks for all ~ the grasses,
trees, streams, lakes and seas; the mountains, plains, deserts and swamps;
the hills, valleys and shores; the stones,clay, sand,
and the air
~all relatives under the flowering tree.
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The
earth is my floor and it is sacred ~ the sky is my cathedral, my alter
all about. I must cry when Mother Earth is hurt. If nature is damaged or
destroyed forever I cannot live ~ life cannot be sustained. The elements
of the sacred circle are meant to be joined ~ beating to a common pulse.
If one dies it is the same as family dying.
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