CHEROKEE - LEGEND OF THE WOLF
Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 6:58 pm
rather liked the analogy and common sense behind this.
Cherokee - Legend of a Wolf
In the forests frozen heart she glided soundless through the trees
where the winter drifts were thick and soft and white snow covered leaves.
Close at hand her two cubs followed they were frisky little pups
with black tipped ears their only markings and small bushy tails held up.
In the distance stars were twinkling and the moon put on a show,
all was quiet, pristine, ephemeral on the white landscape below.
Then a shadow crossed the landscape and soon everything was black
as the sun and moon eclipsed – blocking all light from the track.
Mayla stopped and called her children – come here now and stay by me
for this is something that you are so privileged to see.
Don’t be scared my little children – on the first star make a wish.
It will peep out very shortly, slippery as soap in a dish.
Soon you’ll hear your father Nantuck and your brother Wahya call
and if you sit and listen quietly you will hear over all
the mountains and the valley, the song that Wolves do sing,
raising their praise to heaven for the bounty nature brings.
You will hear the little white one call - Ayasha is her name
and her son Salali, small and brown of squirrel hunting fame.
Tayanita from the high hills where beaver lodges dam the stream
and Amadahy his young wife whose pups are due next moon it seems.
If you listen quiet my children you will hear a wondrous song
and you two will join the singers, soon as winter snows are gone.
So Awanita and Galilahi stood though cold from head to toe
and they listened to the echoes of the white wolves in the snow.
And the white wolves of the Cherokee it’s said are spirit voices
and the Cherokee know that their song is good, and he rejoices.
For the white wolves are protectors bringing peace, hope, love, security
and you always feed the white wolf – he’s your soul, your entity.
Maureen Clifford © 12/10
There is a Cherokee Legend that goes like this:
An old Cherokee was teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside of me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil: he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.” He continued, “The other is good: he is joy, peace, love, hope serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The same fight is going on inside you—and inside every person, too.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
Cherokee - Legend of a Wolf
In the forests frozen heart she glided soundless through the trees
where the winter drifts were thick and soft and white snow covered leaves.
Close at hand her two cubs followed they were frisky little pups
with black tipped ears their only markings and small bushy tails held up.
In the distance stars were twinkling and the moon put on a show,
all was quiet, pristine, ephemeral on the white landscape below.
Then a shadow crossed the landscape and soon everything was black
as the sun and moon eclipsed – blocking all light from the track.
Mayla stopped and called her children – come here now and stay by me
for this is something that you are so privileged to see.
Don’t be scared my little children – on the first star make a wish.
It will peep out very shortly, slippery as soap in a dish.
Soon you’ll hear your father Nantuck and your brother Wahya call
and if you sit and listen quietly you will hear over all
the mountains and the valley, the song that Wolves do sing,
raising their praise to heaven for the bounty nature brings.
You will hear the little white one call - Ayasha is her name
and her son Salali, small and brown of squirrel hunting fame.
Tayanita from the high hills where beaver lodges dam the stream
and Amadahy his young wife whose pups are due next moon it seems.
If you listen quiet my children you will hear a wondrous song
and you two will join the singers, soon as winter snows are gone.
So Awanita and Galilahi stood though cold from head to toe
and they listened to the echoes of the white wolves in the snow.
And the white wolves of the Cherokee it’s said are spirit voices
and the Cherokee know that their song is good, and he rejoices.
For the white wolves are protectors bringing peace, hope, love, security
and you always feed the white wolf – he’s your soul, your entity.
Maureen Clifford © 12/10
There is a Cherokee Legend that goes like this:
An old Cherokee was teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside of me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil: he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.” He continued, “The other is good: he is joy, peace, love, hope serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The same fight is going on inside you—and inside every person, too.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”