WOLF CHANT
The wolves sing tonight,
Crying like I've never heard them.
They usually sing only a few moments-
And if you miss them,
You can't bring them back.
But tonight they have sung for hours.
I think of the song I've sung to you,
"Otiyoni, otiyoni, otiyoni. Gaiweo. Gaiweo."
It is the Seneca Wolf Chant--
And the man sings each line first
Then the woman sings that line, after.
I have sung it many times at the Teaching Lodge
But had forgotten the words.
(Did I not tell you I forgot the words?)
Until I sang it to you
In the Medicine Wheel.
Were you there, at the Teaching Lodge?
Did you hear me singing years ago?
Were you there in the Medicine Wheel
Those nights I sang to you again?
How did you know I could not remember the words?
And how is it they came to me after I started calling you?
When the Storm blew in during the darkness
And we huddled together in the night
Trying to keep warm?
And why would you remember this Wolf Chant
As if I had just sung it to you a few days ago?
White Fog Walker
Reflecting lights back to me
White Fog envelopes all that stands before.
Out of the fog steps a Man
Clothed in white deerskin
And blanket thrown over his shoulder.
"What do you want?"
I recoil in fear.
"I bring a warning and a blessing"
He says with a look
Of sadness and compassion.
"If the two-leggeds
Continue to disrespect
And destroy Nohyehohngeh
They will all be destroyed
And not missed.
She will return to the keeping
Of the four-legged, winged,
Swimmers and creepers.
And the humans
Will not be mourned.
You close your eyes
And ears to the little ones.
For money you sell
The inheritance
Of the children.
The trees fall out of Her soil
Because there is not enough
Water to hold it together
Or the roots of the
Standing Tall People firm.
The grass is burned
And breaks off at the soil.
The birds sit outside
Your windows
And beg for water.
Tempers flare
And depression and anxiety
Plague your strongest men.
Your women and children
Cry because their skin is cracking.
Your politicians
And greedy businessmen
Sell the future
And say, 'We don't know.�?/FONT>
‘It is superstition.'
Where will the children walk?
What will they drink?
What will they eat?
You close your eyes
And say, 'Not my problem.'
If not your problem, whose?
If not your responsibility, where?
You mock the Ancients
Who remind you of Balance
And you call them 'Savage'.
And when the children
Say the same things
When they stand up
And speak the wisdom
Of thousands of years
You scold and say
'You make things up,
There is nothing wrong.
Where did you get this?
Hush up, Hold your silence.'
Listen to the children
The Elders
The wingeds, swimmers,
Creepers.
They know what you ignore.
There is only enough
To meet your needs
Not enough to squander
For greed, money,
Slaves or politics.
Remember the Wisdom,
The Old Ways,
Voices of the Ancients.
They were here millennia
Before you left your caves.
You are the youngest kingdom,
Last of the Four.
Learn from the older,
Wiser People,
Than you humans.
Life does not depend on you.
It will go on after you are dead.
If you want to live
You must take your place
As one member of the Circle of Life.
See that you are not God.
See that you worship
Only pieces of green paper,
Metal coins,
And the illusion of Control.
It will not last
If you do not honor
Those wiser than you--
Your Mother
And her other children.
Stop, now.
Don't go on
Killing trees,
Water,
Food and Air.
The warning is this:
There is a limit
To the abundance
Of natural resources--
And it fast approaches.
The blessing is this:
There are those
Who remember
How to walk in
Balance and Respect.
They have been waiting
For your invitation,
For you to open the door
To your minds
And your hearts.
They know how
To walk in balance,
Harmony,
Respect
And Life.
Seek them out
And learn from them.
Learn how to walk,
How to love,
How to live.
There is enough
To meet all needs
If you don't abuse it.
Learn to live with less
And enjoy it more.
Take only what you need
And leave the rest.
Never take the last herb growing.
Always give thanks for
Sacrifices of your food.
Honor all People
Whether they walk
On two legs,
Four legs,
Or not at all.
Live in Harmony
Balance and
Respect.
In doing this
Humanity can survive."
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