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O you who dwell In the house made of the dawn,
In the house made of the evening twilight . . .
Where the dark mist curtains the doorway,
The path to which is on the rainbow . . .
I have made your sacrifice.
I have prepared a smoke for you.
My feet restore for me.
My limbs restore for me.
My body restore for me.
My mind restore for me.
My voice restore for me.
Today, take away your spell from me.
Away from me you have taken it.
Far Off from me you have taken it.
Happily I recover.
Happily my interior becomes cool.
Happily my eyes regain their power.
Happily my head becomes cool.
Happily my limbs regain their power.
Happily I hear again.
Happily for me the spell is taken Off.
Happily I walk.
Impervious to pain, I walk.
Feeling light within, I walk . . .
In beauty I walk.
With beauty before me, I walk.
With beauty behind me, I walk.
With beauty below me, I walk.
With beauty all around me, I walk.
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty
Navajo
Oh Great spirit,
grant that I may never find fault
with
my neighbor until I have walked
the trail of life in his moccasins
Cherokee
Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have always
been, and before you nothing has been.
There
is no one to pray to but you.
The star nations all over the heavens
are yours, and yours are the grasses
of the earth.
You are older than all need,
older than all pain and prayer.
Grandfather, Great Spirit, all over the world
the
faces of living ones are alike. With tenderness
they have come up out of the ground. Look upon your children, with children
in their arms, that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet.
Grandfather, Great Spirit,
fill us with the light. Give us the strength to understand and the eyes to see. Teach us to walk the soft earth as relatives
to all that live.
Sioux
O our Father, the Sky, hear us
and make us strong.
O our Mother the Earth, hear us
and give us support.
O Spirit of the East,
send us your Wisdom.
O Spirit of the South,
may we tread your path of life.
O Spirit of the West,
may we always be ready for the long journey.
O Spirit of the North, purify us
with your cleansing winds.
Sioux
Hold on to what is good,
Even if it's a handful of earth.
Hold
on to what you believe,
Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
Even if it's a long
way from here.
Hold on to your life,
Even if it's easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
Even if someday I'll be
gone away from you
Pueblo
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