Benedictory Chant (By Navajo Indian)

Now talking God,

With your feet I walk,

I walk with your limbs,

I carry fourth your body,

For me your mind thinks,

Your voice speaks for me.

Beauty is before me

And beauty behind me,

Above and below me hovers the beautiful,

I am surrounded by it,

I am immersed in it.

In my youth I am aware of it,

And in old age

I shall walk quietly

The Beautiful Trail.

A lyric by American Indians-I bought a lovely second hand book from a bookshop in Cairns, which has some really beautiful poems and interesting little stories... they really remind me of what i have read about the Aborigines so far, I think most native peoples had or have a more intense and real connection with nature and and spirituality