West Texas Desert PerilsAs I was heading west, California bound, During the course of may many travels, I heard the two poems West Texas and Desert Perils Being sung by the wipowills So I quickly uncovered a pen and wrote them down. West TexasRainclouds high A quiet day Tumbleweeds roll by While ground hogs play Mountains edge The lower south North plains hedge The river mouth Desert PerilsPrairie quail Sky hawks fly And Rabbit run Coyote out Go river by At setting sun......................................................... ............................................................ ............................................................ .....................................................Affirma tions of a Native AmericanAffirmations of a Native American records my personal feelings which express the way that I view life.This poem, I dedicate to my friend Wes Studi who talked to me about the old ways of the Cherokee and told me the story of Jumping Mouse.Affirmations of a Native AmericanI am but a gentle brave moving through this life like the whispering winds-I am always and always my consciousness, and my consciousness is forever me-I remain into the brightness of the light, for in the light only is there peace-I greet each sunrise with a smiling heart, and my harvest is plentiful each sunset-The pleasures of life are like the river, my friend, I let go and the river flows again-The cliffs of the great canyons from pictures of heaven- And the drum of my heart beats the rhythm of happy life-When my eyes look upon my brother, He is like the beauty of a new flower-Love surrounds us like gentle winds- The wings of the white bird bring peace into our hearts-And our moccasins dance around the campfire of oneness-The scent of the eucalyptus purifies the air, that we breathe deep the freshness of long life-The stampeding echoes that I hear are thunders of laughter- My skin is washed by the dancing rains of perfect health-The soft brilliance of the great rainbow reminds me of the generousities of life-Prosperity is always at my feet like the tender new grass of Spring-The fierceness of the buffalo guides my tracks as I walk upon the mountains of life-The purple skies of sunset keep my attention, and my emotions are blended by the winds of four seasons-The round, silver moon appears each night to lead me through the darkness-The great fox of the night watches over me while I rest- And again my spirit flies upon the wings of a great eagle into the sun-And once again my spirit flies upon the wings of a great eagle into the sun......................................................... ............................................................ ............................................................ ..........................................ODE TO A REDMANOde to a Redman- Tells the story of our people. It tells the story of honor, A trait that is as natural To the American Indian as Guns were to the white people Of the west Ode to a Red ManMy eyes open to the East And the sun lifting my head Upward toward the fullness Of each day.Through gentle observation I learn ways of survival From my animal brothers. I am thankful to them, They taught me well.In the distance I can Hear the big drum, Speaking the language Of my heartbeatI am the child of our Creator the Great Spirit.The people of all nations Are my relations-My people hunt for food, Shelter and clothing.They grow corn and weave. And smoke the sacred tobacco.They dance and celebrate common joys.My people honor and respect all things...................................................... ............................................................ .......................................................THE INDIAN WAYThe Indian Way Serves as a reminder To all of the two-leggeds.It urges us to walk To path of beauty.Some people have referred To that path as the RED ROAD.The Indian WayMy relatives-listen to The voices of our bird BrothersThere are so many songs For us to hear-Smell the good medicine Of the sweet grass on a Day when the North wind Blows clear.Turn your heads to the East in true thanksgiving Then welcome the bright Face of Grand Father sun.Refresh in the cool springs Of pure spirit waters, that Gently move across our land.Eat the sacred corn, that Grows full and tall,Gain strength from the Buffall Spirit that provides Everything that we need.Hear the old stories of The keepers of the dream- That tell about the beauty Of our people.Stories like Crazy Horse, Chief Joseph and the pride Of Geronimo.Learn from the voices of the Elders-listen to their words A ho!Walk the paths of our ancestors who come to Us in visions and in Sacred ways.And dance the dances of Memory and prayers- Like our warriors as They dance and pray for our people.Listen my relations, The wind now blows from the west of dark Beginnings-Mitakuye oyasin-All my relations-listen And live the Indian Way.
CHANTS IN OLELO,SWEET SOUNDS OF UKELELE,MY UNCLE SINGING IN FALSETTO,POW WOW GRANDFATHER SOUNDS,NORTHERN AND SOUTHERN SINGERS,SWEET SANDSCRIT CHANTS,SAXOPHONE,PIANO,FLAMINCO GUITAR.An Indian prayer may be Somewhat different than The prayers of others in Our symbology-however There may be similarity in The fact that the Indian Prayer is asking for- Wisdom, patience, knowledge, Vision, the ability to Listen, freedom, to Be refreshed And forgivenessIndian PrayerGRANDFATHER, You are Everywhere,You are the Great chief Of the whole Eagle Nation.PLEASE SEND your spirit Braves to guide me in The wisdom of the crow, So that I will make good Decisions for myself and For my people.HELP ME to learn the patience Of the stone people, so that I may walk in balance Upon my Motherâ€,,s breast.GIVE ME the knowledge Of the rat nation so that I will choose good medicine.HELP ME to follow a good Vision so that I will Stay out of jails for Things I did not do.Grandfather hear me, Let me listen to the Beat of my Motherâ€,,s heart So that I will walk in beauty Dance the rhythm of Happy life.Grandfather let me return to the spirit Ways of the elders- Let me listen to the keepers Of the dream.LET MY PEOPLE, within Themselves be free- Inspite of the ways of Greed imposed upon us.LET THE CLOUDS move from The North to refresh our Hearts which seem almost To have no love left.LET THE NEW RAINS wash Away the pain of the past.Grandfather let us DANCE again.
ALL PACIFIC ISLAND AND NATIVE AMERICAN MOVIES. MOVIES FROM INDIA ARE GREAT TOO' OH YES, AND JACKIE CHAN MOVIES LIKE RUSH HOUR 1 ..
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