Sunday, March 27, 2016

"Oh, Great Spirit ...."




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.

Chief Yellow Lark, Lakota tribe

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

"I stepped from plank ...."






I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch.
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.

Emily Dickinson

Too much thinking


Too much thinking
Too much fear
Too much care –
A living lost.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

"...The consistent care necessary ...."



 … The consistent care necessary to keep the body machinery functioning in spite of age and deterioration is mandatory.  A lifetime of training is required.  It’s so easy to blame the terrain, so to speak, or the light and wind for our failures and backsliding. But where the body is concerned there is not time for self-pity…. living as we do in society that wants to put old people to bed.  You can hardly get wisdom out of someone who is lying around during his last years.  Actuality is needed right up to the end….It’s a matter of testing your capacities and preparing for the next level.  Old age demands that we garner and lean on all previous experience.
from “A Walk on the Beach”, Joan Anderson

Monday, March 14, 2016

"There are four things ...."



“There are four things certain in life:
life
death
happiness
sadness”
from The Orphan of Zhao