Chief Seattle's Prayer
Every part of this Earth is sacred to my people.Chief Seattle 1855
Every shining pine
needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect.
All are holy in the memory
and experience of my people.
We know the sap which courses through our veins. We are part of the Earth and it is part
of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers.
crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony and man, all belong to the same family. The shining water that
moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors.
Each ghostly reflection in the clear
water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give to the
rivers the kindness you would give any children.
So you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give any brother…
Remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its Spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave
our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life.
you teach your children what we have taught our children?
That the Earth is our Mother? What befalls the Earth befalls
all the sons of the Earth. This we know: The Earth does not belong to Man, Man belongs to the Earth.
All things are
connected like the blood which unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he
does to the web, he does to himself.