Kwe is Hello in my native tongue

I welcome all people to this site, not just Native people, but all people, all languages, from all across this earth. My hope is that everyone who visits this site will come to know the Great Spirit and follow their own way on the good road, walking with one another thru the seasons of understanding.

I welcome all people from all area's on this earth to stick with your own language and start a group in your native tongue for all to come and share on this site. I welcome all not just English speaking people.

Nia':wen is thank you in my native tongue for being a part of this site and offering who you are with all of us...leaving your fingerprint upon these pages.

This site was created for all of us to be who we are, to learn from one another in what it is Creator may be wanting to tell us all for such a time as this. My hope is that everything is done with respect, and the good people that we are will shine forth. I have put this site in the hands of the Creator and asked the Great Spirit to flow thru it's pages and into the hearts of all who come here. Speak your truth and walk the seasons together

You think I'm an ignorant savage And you've been so many places I guess it must be so But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

Thank you Creator for helping me to paint with all the colors of the wind. My hope and prayer is for all of us to live in the Circle of faith, respecting all "LIFE" and being sensitive to the needs of those around us, creating a balance upon this entire earth and helping to spread the goodness across the 4 corners of this great earth *gifted* to us all by our Creator and Maker to share and all be apart of the whole.