Some flutes are made out of river cane
and maybe that is why
the wind of the white tailed deer,
the heart beat of the salmon
and love songs
blow under my fingertips …
when I breathe
it is as though we all sing
together
“Perhaps you have noticed that even in the slightest breeze you can hear the voice of the cotton tree; this we understand is its prayer to the Great Spirit, for not only men, but all things and all beings pray to Him continually in different ways.” Black Elk
Oh my god, this is divine. And I recall why I have adored you since day one of my blog 😊
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Ahhh:)…. hugs 🙂 and thank u… found out I m Native …
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