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Every part of this Earth is sacred
to my people;
Every shining pine needle, every sandy
shore.
Every mist in the dark wood,
Every clearing and every humming insect
is holy in the memory of my people.
The sap which courses through the trees
carries the memories of my people.
The perfumed flowers are our sisters.
We are part of the Earth, and the Earth
is part of us.
The deer, the horse, the great eagle
are our brothers.
We all belong to the same family.
If we sell you our land, you mst remember
that it is sacred.
The shining water that moves in the
streams and rivers is not only water, but the blood of our people.
If we sell you our land, you must remember
and teach your children to give the rivers the kindness that you would
give your brother.
The red man has always retreated
before the advancing white man as the mist of the mountains runs before
the morning sun.
The white man does not understand our
ways.
He treats his Mother, the Earth, as
a thing to be bought and sold.
He will devour the Earth and leave
behind only a desert.
Where is the thicket? Gone.
Where is the eagle? Gone.
Goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt.
The end of living and the beginning
of survival.
For some special purpose God had
given you dominion over this land.
That destiny is a mystery to us.
The Earth is precious to God.
To harm the Earth is to harm its Creator.
If we sell our land, you must
keep it sacred;
A place to taste the wind that is sweetened
by the meadow flowers.
All things are connected.
What is there to life if a man cannot
hear the lovely cry of the whipporwill?
What is there to life without the beasts?
And what is man without the beasts?
If the beasts were gone, man would
die from a great loneliness of spirit.
All things are connected.
If we sell you our land, teach your
children the the Earth is our Mother.
Every part of this Earth is sacred
to my people.
This we know:
The Earth does not belong to Man. Man
belongs to the Earth.
All things are connected, like the
blood which unites one family.
We do not weave the web of life.
We are but a strand in the web of life.
What we do to the web we do to ourselves.
All things are connected.
Every part of this Earth is sacred
to my people.
The red man loves the Earth like a
newborn loves its mother's heartbeat.
If we sell you our land, love the land
as we have loved it.
Care for the land as we have cared.
Hold in your mind the memory of the
land as it was when you take it.
And with all your strength, with all
your mind, with all your heart,
Preserve it for your children.
And love it, as God loves us all.
One thing we know: our God is
the same God.
We may be brothers after all.
We shall see.