Wakan Poems - Poems about Wakan

...Navajo celebration death is life wakan tanka in the sky where earth people become holy people the soul is now free from suffering......

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...My heart stays in Wyoming but Montana calls my name My spurs and bits ‘a jingling’ as my soul goes north again Cody up through Beartooth Pass Cooke City just below The Great Divide off to my le......

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...‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me, ‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name ‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drumbeat has found me, reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit h......

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...Now in our lives we forget about the love we felt and remember the hurt we gave. In our lives we die a thousand times. When we died no one cried . We live like there's no tomorrow, and when we w......

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...‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me, ‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name ‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me, reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spirit ......

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...I’m going to watch you die… but before I do I will foretell your story The story of the White Bird The Great Mystery and the Silver Seed The White Bird carries in its talons the Silver Se......

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...Crazy Horse Monument Up there! On the Black Hills Mountain, 1 A work in progress sculptured in granite, Of a stern faced warrior, strong and determined, 2 Unadorned in a wa......

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...My heart stays in Wyoming, as Montana calls my name My spurs and bits ‘a jingling’ my soul goes north again Cody up through Beartooth Pass, Cooke City just below The Great Divide off to m......

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...‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me, ‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name ‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drum beat has found me, reaching into this moment beyond glory and fame As ‘Wana Hin Gle,’ my spi......

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...Young Hania carries her tiny baby. Her Nation was forced to relocate. They had to disassemble their warm Wigwams and walk away from their Sacred Grounds. Hundreds of miles, she walks, hol......

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...My heart stays in Wyoming, as Montana calls my name My spurs and bits ‘a jingling’ my soul goes north again Cody up through Beartooth Pass, Cooke City just below The Great Divide of......

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...The Respect You Deserve Standing Rock Reservation Proud Warrior Nation! In the spirit of Crazy Horse Against a militant force. You shine for all the world to see, Bringing pride to your a......

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...The days moved slowly, but did pass. He had spent the last three dreaming of his mentor Wakan Tanka. Calling him from Han in darkness, waiting for his sign of answer. It had come in bits and pie......

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...these are the words of a seeker of light a believer in the knowledge of old through our fathers we reach a new height from their lives, and the stories they've told we must never forget, or sun......

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...these are the words of a seeker of light a believer in the knowledge of old through our fathers we reach a new height from their lives, and the stories they've told we must never forget, or sun......

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