Words Of Wisdom
Chief Seattle
Suquamish/Duwamish
1790-1866
"When the last red man shall
have become a myth among the white men, when your children' s
children think themselves alone in the field, upon the highway or in
the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the
earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the
streets of your cities are silent, they will throng with the
returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful
land. The white man will never be alone."
Black Elk
Oglala Sioux
"You have noticed that
everything an Indian does in a circle, and that is because the Power
of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be
round.
In the old days all our power
came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation and so long as the hoop
was unbroken the people flourished. The flowering tree was the living
center of the hoop, and the circle of the four quarters nourished it.
The east gave peace and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave
rain and the north with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and
endurance. This knowledge came to us from the outer world with our
religion.
Everything the power of the
world does is done in a circle. The sky is round and I have heard
that the earth is round like a ball and so are all the stars. The
wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in
circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth
and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are
round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing and
always come back again to where they were.
The life of a man is a circle
from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power
moves. Our teepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were
always set in a circle, the nation's hoop, a nest of many nests,
where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children.
"
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