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Was doing some work preparing a environmental programme and found this. Nothing to do with BDSM but i like it.

Chief Seattle 1885

How can you buy the sky?
How can you own the rain and the wind?

My mother told me,
Every part of the earth is sacred to our people.
Every pine needle. Every sandy shore.
Every mist in the pine woods.
Every meadow and humming insect.
All are holy in the memory of are people.

My father told me,
I know the sap that courses though the trees,
As i know the blood that flows though my veins.
We are part of the earth and it is part of us.
The perfumed flowers are our sisters.
The bear, the dear, the great eagle, these are our brothers.
The rocky crests, the meadows, the ponies - all belong to the same family.

The voice of my ancestors said to me,
the shining water that moves in the streams and the rivers
Is not simply water, but the blood of you're grandfathers grandfather.
Each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lake
Tells of memories in the life of are people.
The water murmur in the voice of your great-great grand mother.
The rivers are our brothers. they quench our thirst.
They carry our canoes and feed are children.
You most give the rivers kindness
you would give to any brother.

The voice of my grandfather said to me,
The air is precious. It shares it's sprite with all the like it supports.
The wind that gave my first breath also received my last sigh. You must keep the land and air apart and scared.
As a place where one can go to taste the wind
That is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

When the last Red Man and Woman have vanished with their wilderness,
And the memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will the shores and forest still be here?
Will there be any of the sprite of my people left?
My ancestors said to me, this we know;
The earth does not belong to us. We belong to the earth.

Enjoy


El x