Native American Prayer

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 greater than 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 may come to you without shame.

(translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887)

Thanks Buck!

A prayer to the Universe...

Please grant us the serenity to accept the things we cannot change,
the courage to change the things we can,
and the wisdom to understand the difference.

Give us the patience for the things that take time,
appreciation for all that we have,
and tolerance for those with different struggles.

Grant us the freedom to live beyond the limitations of our past ways,
the ability to feel your love for us and our love for each other,
and the strength to get up and try again even when we feel it is hopeless.

Full Moon

Full moon,
a breath of fresh air.

To hate it,
to Love it,
to hate it even more.
The city, when dark
seems friendlier.

One block, two people.
Five blocks, eight.
The city is becoming smaller,
or I'm expanding too fast.

In that expansion,
I slowly suffocate;
in this insanity
of loud noises,
bright lights and
mental consumption.

I'm consumed by the lack of humanity.
But Friday nights I am glowing
like a full moon...