I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, November 2, 2018
Prepare a noble song
“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter
your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view,
and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify
all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the
service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over
the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or
passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all
people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the
food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the
fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the
wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time
to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so
that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live
their lives over again in a different
way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
Chief
Tecumseh
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live your life
well
respect others
serve your
community
create beauty
raise your hand in
greeting and welcome
not in anger
stand tall
be thankful
be kind
protect those
more vulnerable than your self
for abuse turns
one into a fool
live your life
well
so that when you
return to the Sacred
it feels like
going home
to the warm
embrace of one who loves rather
rather than like
a fearful journey (where you constantly look back over your shoulder)
into a place are
a stranger
Live each day so
filled with Sacred Presence,
so connected to
the holy
that you greet
the night with a peaceful heart
and can greet
that great night we call death,
as if it is just
the close
of another fine
day
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