To Us, The Ashes Of

Your Religion Was Written On Tablets Of Stone, Ours On Our Hearts. 8. We Are Part Of The Earth And The Earth Is Part Of Us.

When The Earth Is Sick, The Animals Will Begin To Disappear, When That Happens, The Warriors Of The Rainbow Will Come To Save Them.

All Things Are Connected. Whatever Befalls The Earth, Befalls The Children Of The Earth.

To Us, The Ashes Of Our Ancestors Are Sacred And Their Resting Place Is Hallowed Ground.

How Can You Buy Or Sell The Sky, The Warmth Of The Land? The Idea Is Strange To Us. If We Do Not Own The Freshness Of The Air And The Sparkle Of The Water, How Can You Buy Them? Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People, Every Shining Pine Needle, Every Sandy Shore, Every Mist In The Dark Woods, Every Clear And Humming Insect Is Holy In The Memory And Experience Of My People.