A Native American story with great inspiration. 20th May 2007.
-Waziyata - North.
-Itokagata - South.
- Pejuta - Medicine.
The winds we face to the north are great
and above the name Waziyata we pray.
Pejuta sage carry me,
For I scrape along my knees,
Smudge me for I have sin,
The great spirit -
Wakan Tanka, I believe in.
Ashes have burned
and I have buried,
And soon I will learn
that a world isn't hurried.
To Grandmother moon,
The winds we face to the south are great
and above the name Itokagata we pray.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2007-05-20 at 13:59
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-Waziyata - North.
-Itokagata - South.
- Pejuta - Medicine.
Wakan Tanka.
To Grandfather sun,The winds we face to the north are great
and above the name Waziyata we pray.
Pejuta sage carry me,
For I scrape along my knees,
Smudge me for I have sin,
The great spirit -
Wakan Tanka, I believe in.
Ashes have burned
and I have buried,
And soon I will learn
that a world isn't hurried.
To Grandmother moon,
The winds we face to the south are great
and above the name Itokagata we pray.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 1207 times
Written on 2007-05-20 at 13:59
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