There is no destination on this Road. It is constant awakening, and reawakening, discovery after discovery.
Awakening is like waking up after a long nap and feeling like you have been sleeping your life away; caught in the mundane rituals of living.
The learning process on this road is never finished. There is no Master degree, there is no certification. There is only the point where we Cross over to the Blue Road of Spirit and look upon this life and see the beauty and magnificence of it in the Great Web; Of the lessons learned, and the Lives touched.
Non-Indian writers usually say "Great Spirit," "Mother Earth," "Two-Legged, Four-Legged, and Winged." Mixed-blood writers usually say "Creator, "Mother Earth," "Two-Legged, Four- Legged, and Winged." Indian writers usually say "God," "Mother Earth," "Human Being, Dog, and Bird."
Wind in my hair astride my steed Ancient memories of great prairies Abundant with Buffalo Majestic mountains Gold grass waving Freedom in the wind Over ancient lands Colors magnificent Warrior pride The days of wild ponies a memory The horse is steel The spirit lives The ancestors in the wind call my name.
Imagine being invited to a banquet where you bring your own meal- and you brought a steak ,baked potatoes and asparagus with Boston cream pie for desert.
Joining you at that table were a sampling of the human diversity from your community. Across from you at this table was a mother with children who had nothing to bring- how much would you enjoy your meal without sharing it?
Let me be a free man; free to travel, free to stop, free to work, free to trade where I chose, free to chose my own teachers, free to follow the religion of my fathers, free to trade and think and act for myself, and I will obey every law or submit to the penalty.