Dream Song of Thunders:
Sometimes
I go about pitying
Myself,
While I am carried by the wind
Across the sky.
Tags: wind transcendence irony enlightenment old-songs
Dream Song:
The heavens
Go with me.
Tags: truth beauty sword-sentiments old-songs
Dream Song:
As my eyes
Search the prairie,
I feel the summer in the spring.
Whenever I pause
The noise
Of the village.
Tags: silence wind transcendence enlightenment old-songs
Steam Lodge Song of the Sun Dance Ceremony:
A voice,
I will send.
Hear me!
The land
All over,
A voice
I am sending!
Hear me!
I will live!
Tags: determination voice old-songs
Song on Applying War Paint:
At the center of the earth
I stand,
Behold me!
At the wind center
I stand,
Behold me!
A root of medicine
Therefore I stand,
At the wind center
I stand.
Tags: wind sword-sentiments old-songs
Song after Battle:
As the young men went by
I was looking for him.
It surprises me anew
That he has gone.
It is something
To which I cannot be reconciled.
Owls hoot at me.
Owls hoot at me.
That is what I hear
In my life.
Wolves howl at me.
Wolves howl at me.
That is what I hear
In my life.
-American Indian Songs
Tags: death simons-rock haunting old-songs
Dream Song:
In the heavens
A noise,
Like the rustling of the trees.
Song for the Puberty Rite of a Girl Named Cowaka:
A poor man takes the songs in his hand
And drops them near the place where the sun sets.
See, Cowaka, run to them and take them in your hand,
And place them under the sunset.
Tags: path old-songs american-indian-songs
Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.
KabirTags: wisdom zen death sword-sentiments impermanence old-songs
as jolaha ka maram na jana, jinh jag ani pasarinhh tana;
dharti akas dou gad khandaya, chand surya dou nari banaya;
sahastra tar le purani puri, ajahu bine kathin hai duri;
kahai kabir karm se jori, sut kusut bine bhal kori;
No one could understand the secret of this weaver who, coming into existence, spread the warp as the world; He fixed the earth and the sky as the pillars, and he used the sun and the moon as two shuttles; He took thousands of stars and perfected the cloth; but even today he weaves, and the end is difficult to fathom.
Kabir says that the weaver, getting good or bad yarn and connecting karmas with it, weaves beautifully.
Tags: nature fate mystery ecology old-songs norns
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