Who is free and who is not?


We weave our journey, strings and ropes decisions, take us to where we belong.

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Once warrior, the body is old, the mind is tire. He is still a warrior, now he is the teacher, look into his eyes. You can see everything.

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Listen well, the old woman, the old man, had lived, had saw many things, if we pay attention, great lessons to be learned.

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We are all, Natives. We live upon kind earth and one day. We shall be gone. The land befriend us with food, the water shared her blessing for us to be alive, the sun, the moon. All of us can see. My brothers, my sisters, we share the days, we share the night. No-one own the earth, we loan from her only, and we must be kind to dear Mother Nature.   

                      Dancing Coyote

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