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Native American Prayer: "Oh, Great Spirit, Whose voice I hear in the winds, And whose breath gives life to all the world, Let me walk in beauty and let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock. So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my Spirit may come to you without shame."
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Heed To The Spirit - Aboriginal dancer photographed on Vee Lake, Northwest Territories | by davebrosha via Flickr.
We are the stars which sing, We sing with our light; We are the birds of fire, We fly over the sky. Our light is a voice; We make a road for spirits, For the spirits to pass over. Among us are three hunters Who chase a bear; There never was a time When they were not hunting. We look down on the mountains. This is the Song of the Stars. -Traditional Passamaquoddy Song