Note from Madam Trillian: This prayer is one of the best I have every seen; please
honor it properly and with reverence!
Chief Seattle's Prayer
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.
Every shining pine needs, every sandy shore every mist in the dark woods, every meadow,
every humming insect.
All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.
We know the sap which courses through our veins.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us.
The perfumed flowres are our sisters.
The bear, the deer, thre greatest eagle, these are our brothers.
The rocky crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the poney and man all belong
to the same family.
The shining water that moves in the the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood
of our ancestors.
Each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes telss of events and memories in
the life of my people.
The water's mumur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our
children.
So you must give to the rivers of kindness you would give any children.
So you must give the rivers of kindness you would give any brother.
Remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life
it supports.
The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh.
The wind also gives our children the spirit of life.
Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? The the earth is our
mother? What befalls the earth is our mother?
What befalls the earth, befalls the sons of earth.
This we know, the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to earth.
All things are connected like the blood whic unites us all.
Man did not weave the web of life his is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.