Song of the day 71#

Colors of the Wind
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 sun sweet 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
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Dreams do come true?

Last night I had a weird dream. A heavy dream.

I dreamed that I was struggling to climb a rough, muddy hill. The path was harsh, there were obstacles along the way, rocks falling down and that it was really cold.

I also dreamed that the hill was so slippery and slimy, and even if the journey was so hard I still got to arrive at the top where a long and scary crocodile met me on the way.

I was so happy that I managed to arrive at least at the top but I was so frightened when I encountered the forceful animal.  The animal though did not try to bite me or fight with me, he just chased and followed me along the way.

The new path on the top was green and beautiful, surrounded by amazingly old buildings and stones. It felt like every single one of them had their own soul and purity, bringing magic to the place.

I was so disappointed though that I could not be free and eventually team up with the crocodile. His deeds were bad and cruel, bringing up to life stoned creatures and stealing their kind soul away.

One by one, the stones became cold and scary creatures and the crocodile was bringing them to life despite their will.

During the dream I felt so many things, that I cannot even explain. I felt sadness, disgrace, joy and then fear, unwillingness and helplessness.

I don’t even know how to understand this dream and how to explain it. All I know is that I felt it and just want to know the path to escape the crocodile.

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