I cannot see if the “savage” one is me

*** You think I’m an ignorant savage;
you don’t know. ***


You think you own whatever land you land on; the Earth is just a dead thing you can claim.

I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name.

Have you ever…

… heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?

You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you.

If you walk the footsteps of a stranger you’ll learn things you never knew you never knew.

… asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers; the heron and the otter are my friends.

We are all connected to each other in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.

How high does the sycamore grow?

If you cut it down then you’ll never know.

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest, come taste the sun-sweet berries of the Earth.

Come roll in all the riches all around you and for once never wonder what they’re worth.

Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

Whether we are white or copper skinned, we need to sing with all the voices of the mountain, need to paint with all the colours of the wind.

You can own the Earth and still all you’ll own is earth until you can paint with all the colours of the wind.

[ 11995 Schwartz & Menken, “Colors of the Wind” ]

[ 12019 Tucker, “Traditional Native American dancer”, Barrow, Alaska, USA ]