native american beauty

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Portrait by Caroline Weldon

Sitting Bull.....one of four paintings by the artist.

Old Indian Prayer

Should your blanket be torn,
May your breezes blow warm,
May your pleasure be what you find.
May the burdens you bear
Like your bounty-be shared
May you leave something good behind

May the sky and the land
Rise to your command
May your senses come like the night.
Live in peace with the Earth
As in death-As in birth
May you prosper, and have a good life.

MAkes sense to me

Native American Poem

I give you this one thought to keep - 
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone - 
I am with you still in each new dawn.

38 sioux hanged on christmas eve 1862

The great Sioux uprising in 1862-3 resulted in several massacres. One white settlement over 500 all citizens died at the hand of the Sioux.

The hanging of these Sioux was ordered by Pres Lincoln.

Poem by Chief tecumsah

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

native American burial mound

The mound-building Adena People lived in West Virginia from approximately 1,000 B.C. to 1 A.D.  The Grave Creek Mound has been preserved and is located within this West Virginia town's city limits.This Indian burial mound was constructed around 200 B.C. The mound stands 69-feet tall and has a base diameter of 295-feet. The original mound was also encircled by a moat 5-feet deep, and 40-feet wide. 

A Haudenosaunee "Thanksgiving" Prayer

We are all thankful to the powers we know as the Four Winds. We hear their voices in the moving air as they refresh us and purify the air we breathe. They help to bring the change of seasons. From the four directions they come, bringing us messages and giving us strength. With one mind, we send our greetings and thanks to the Four Winds.

Now our minds are one.

people of the long house

Sioux Tipi

the structure was able to open in heat of summer, to provide privacy, and easy to reinforce from the cold.

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Lenni-Lenape tribe

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sz8anvb1qo4

They were driven out by English form new York-Delaware homeland

Pawnee quote

All things in the world are two. In our minds we are two, good and evil. With our eyes we see two things, things that are fair and things that are ugly.... We have the right hand that strikes and makes for evil, and we have the left hand full of kindness, near the heart. One foot may lead us to an evil way, the other foot may lead us to a good. So are all things two, all two.

Lakota Chief Yellow Lark

Oh, Great Spirit,
Whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.

Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.

I seek strength, not to be superior to my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes,
so when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit will come to you
without shame.

deer path in deep snow

"If a deer crosses your path, this may show you that you are a very compassionate, gentle and loving person." Native american saying.

The Hunters

There were but two beneath the sky

The thing I came to kill, and I. 

I, under covert, quietly 

Watched him sense eternity 

From quivering brush to pointed nose 

My gun to shoulder level rose 

And then I felt (I could not see) 

Far off a hunter watching me. 

I slowly put my rifle by, 

For there were two who had to die 

The thing I wished to kill, and I. 

...........Native American Prayer

the death song

Native Americans are encouraged to compose a "death song" to chant courageously in time of danger and at the time of death itself.

FLY   (jpr :a death song but am not sure if it is native American))

Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again

Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet

Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget

Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light