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"Sing praises to the sky,

Give blessings to the hills,

Feel the spirit of the mountains,

Sacred are the streams,

Be one with the Mother Earth."

"Oh, Earth, our Mother,

Your rivers flow like blood in my veins;

Your mountains pierce the sky like my dreams and visions;

Your evening star cradles me;

Your winds stir my inner;

You are the Giver of life and the Taker.

Our bodies are but one body.

Our spirits are but one spirit.

Of a few of Your secrets, I know.

The simple things teach me Your ways.

To know them is to know You.

When I am tired,

Your nightfall calms me to rest;

When I am lonely,

You send the animals to comfort me.

Your medicine is strong,

Your medicine is strong!"

"We learn these lessons of life from Nature, from our Earth Mother: the tree drops the old limbs off in order to grow new ones. It rids itself of the old things that are useless and never carries into spring the old, but blossoms forth with new life, new living--a chance to be a new person."

 

"To achieve a balance and oneness with the spirit of life and its many forms on Mother Earth, our elders have taught us to treat the environment, each other and other people with respect as each individual has a role to fulfill while traveling here. Our destiny is the cause of all that occurs within our life. The pattern of the Great Spirit is over us all, but if we follow our own spirits from within, the pattern becomes clear."

 

"Others have forgotten, some never know, that to be 'Indian" is to be human. We have never really been recognized as a people who have human thoughts about life, love and everything that make life worth living. Harmony and balance with Nature is the heart of the Indian way  . . . For thousands of years, we have not merely occupied this continent, but have shown it respect and kept it in balance. It is difficult for most people to know much of our past because our ancestors left little evidence of their lives to retrace their time here. Yet, in less time than a few men's lives, the non-Indian, through what is termed 'progress', has almost destroyed a continent. Much of life has become endangered or is extinct. He can take flight on metal wings to soar as his winged brothers, but once lost, can he rebuild a bird?"

 

 

 

Excerpts from J.C. High Eagle's "Earth Speech"  

 

 

J. C. High Eagle is an Osage and Cherokee American Indian from the state of Oklahoma, U.S.A. He is a composer, author, musician and speaker.

Meet J.C. High Eagle and read more of his wisdom at

High Eagle's Nest

Earth Speech is reprinted on my site with the author's permission.

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