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Canyon Wanderer

 Out into the wilds, were my soul and heart burn

for the deserts wildness, and its energies I yearn.

 

I wander under these great rock walls in solitude, alone

dreaming of the ancients who called these canyons home.

 

They built cliff-side homes, created earthen wares,

farmed the land, even charted the stars.

Yet, these once thriving people left few earthly scars.

 

They led lives of simplicity, small yet rich in pleasures

family & creator provided all their earthly treasures.

 

I slumber among their ghosts tonight, along footpath they once used

feeling strangely closer to them, than my society confused.

 

There is no need for war between wilderness and man

remembering the ancients

can help us live as honestly as we can.

 

Thus, I know they are here tonight: in spirit and thought,

please yield to me thy wisdom of balance that I've sought.

                                                                                              - Z. Baker

 Circles Of Stone

  As I sit on this barren hill-top, within this circle of earth & stone,

I thirst & hunger, I desire the whisper of creator, I am alone.
I feel the earth breathing, her energy passing through my spine,
I am listening for guidance & the still small voice divine. 
My heart trembles and burns, rapidly beating deep inside my chest,
Spirit rushes through me, quickening my thoughts, tingling my flesh. 
“Your purpose is to serve” it whispers, in spirit and with all you hath,
"Put away your earthly cares, and walk my lonely path". 
"Your blessings may not be immediate, “thank you’s” few and far between,

  your rewards will be in the world to come, where they are numbered, recorded and seen".

                                                                    - Z. Baker

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Oh Great Spirit (trail song)

Oh Great Spirit

In the heart of me.

Come and teach me peace

make it a part of me!

I walk the path of peace today.

The light of love will show the way.

Oh Great Spirit in the heart of me.

                                                                     - Author unknown

Teach your Children
 
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers.
 
So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin.
 
Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother.
 
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth.
 
If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
 
This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth.
 
This we know.
 
All things are connected like the blood which unites one family.
 
All things are connected....
 
All things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man;
 
the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
 
 Humankind has not woven the web of life.
 
 We are but one thread within it.
 
 Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
 
All things are bound together. All things connect.

Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it.
 
 Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
 
                                                                                       - Chief Seattle
 


 
 
 

 

 
 
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