Native American Spirituality

[Spirit Dancer]

My help is in the mountain

Where I take myself to heal

The earthly wounds

That people give to me.

I find a rock with the sun on it

And a stream where the water runs gentle

And the trees which one by one give me company.

So must I stay for a long time

Until I have grown from the rock

And the stream is running through me

And I cannot tell myself from one tall tree.

Then I know that nothing touches me

Nor makes me run away.

My help is in the mountain

That I take away with me.

Earth cure me. Earth receive my woe.

Rock strengthen me. Rock receive my weakness.

Rain wash my suddenness away.

Rain receive my doubt.

Sun make sweet my song.

Sun receive the anger from my heart.
~Unkown~