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30 November, 2015
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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)
15 November, 2015
11 November, 2015
The love ballad
There was a
young boy who yearned to be straight
He feared
for his soul and sought a muse: a mate!
She appeared
one day with flowers in her hair…
And with
voice sweet beckoned him to her lair
Oh
foolish child, of tales of maidens had you not heard
Casting
spells on legions of men… thick as a horde!
She tickled
his vanity, pride, desire, need to be free
And dazzled
and magnetized, blinded was he!
She brewed
potions of love and lust day and night
Aided by
ghouls, she reached the peak of her might.
Oh
foolish child, of tales of maidens had you not heard
Casting
spells on legions of men… thick as a horde
But one day,
inexorably time and merit ran out
And
neighbours recounted of a scream and a shout
She sang her
last love song with an awful pitch
And saddened
discovered that she was a witch!
The spell
thus was broken and the boy awoke
A dream so
real that ended on a good note!
Somwang (Book of poems)
10 November, 2015
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