In my travels, I have come across some things and people that have touched my heart and soul. This page is for those things.
Please.... I mean you no harm
Please.... I mean you no harm.
If given the chance, I will show you that there is no need to fear me.
I will not attack or kill you unless it is to protect that which is mine.
Would you do any less?
Why do you come to my home and then shoot me out of fear?
Would I go to yours uninvited and then attack and kill?
Why are you overhead in those loud machines, which frighten me?
and then... when I run for cover you shoot me from above?
Why do you lay traps, which hurt and then eventually kill me?
Why do you want my skins to adorn your homes and your bodies?
Why do you kill for fun?
Can't you see that I was here on this land long before you...
and that I don't mind sharing this land...
I ask only that you allow me to live in peace.
Why do you kill me for profit when I would protect you from harm?
If given the chance I would teach you of love, gentleness loyalty...
and so much more.
But you refuse to listen... to learn.
Instead you choose to hate... to fear... to hunt... to kill.
Please.... I mean you no harm.
Thank you Waabnong Kwe!
Canis Lupus
The Beast has risen in the night,
prowling upon the mountain height.
Predator eyes hungry stare,
noxious fumes fill the midnight air.
Gleaming teeth waiting soft flesh.
Laughter baits the prey so fresh.
Hallowed veins rush with pumping blood.
Tangled bodies slide in the mud.
Carnal knowledge of carnage made
on the ground the body is laid.
There the liquid of life is leaked,
there between the mountain peaks.
~Sage~
We often learn the most from our children:
Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found that the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside of it?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me that he kept that gold box by his bed for years. Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as parents has been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
"The Most Caring Child"
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four-year-old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
The Keeper of Friendship
In a friendship
We're free to expose,
Parts of ourselves
Nobody else knows.
But the thing that sustains it
And sets it apart,
Is not something spoken
It's a bond of the heart.
True friends are rare
In a lifetime two or three,
I'm so glad it happened
Between you and me!
Author Unknown
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The moon was out
the stars were bright
I walked along on a snowy night
as I was walking through a field
soon my feet began to yield
I saw a wolf standing there
with silvery fur and piercing eyes
I found peace on that night
Thank you DreamGirl!
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