Well, damn, the post below this should be on top of this, but not the first time i have ever done things bass-ackward. and the print is too tiny to read. so i will try to insert the text here:
THE MESSAGE FROM THE STONE
A Tribute to the Ancients
So it is that you have now acquired me.
You have found me along with my brothers and sisters, in the midst of deep rest,
Amongst common cobbles and beneath the roots of trees.
Along dry ruts, where mighty rivers once ran swift and magnificent,
With might and glory, you have found me.
Or perhaps you have acquired me without adventure at all,
But simply purchased me for a price.
By now, you have examined me for flaws, and measured the size of me.
Under something you call glass, you have placed me.
Others of your people race to build structures and roads over me for profit.
They gather together, uncaring of the past, or of existence.
But you, you are different.
I am important to you.
And regardless of how you came by me,
You looked for me; you sought out my hiding place.
I matter to you.
And so because of this, My spirit now speaks to yours.
To share with you, and to ask that you grant me one simple request.
Here is my message to you from the stone:
Like you, I once breathed the air of the Earth.
I was a man, a woman, a child, an elder.
The Sun and the stars of the sky knew me well, and I them.
Over rushing streams of clear white-capped water I rode.
And through golden forests of great timber I passed.
My skin felt the warmth of the Sun and the cold of the snow.
By great fires I sat close.
My ears heard the triumphant cries of soaring hawks and eagles.
And my eyes saw every color of their sacred feathers.
My heart rejoiced at new birth, and wept at sudden death.
I bled, and caused others to bleed.
With fibers from plants I bound my own wounds.
And washed them clean in the pureness of the rain.
The wind was my friend.
Yes, I tasted all of Earth’s beauty.
And on every step of my paths, The Great Spirit held my hand in his.
In his goodness upon my last day, he led me to the top of a great mountain.
The vision I saw was you…
With the stone that I made in your hands…
And this was my simple request I asked of you from the top of my mountain
With my last words ,spoken to you on that day, as all that was me faded away.
‘As you look at the stone in your hands that I made with mine,
I ask you only to remember its true significance.
To know and remember always these two words of me…’
“I LIVED”
Tony Raggio/Brand X Indian
A Tribute to the Ancients
So it is that you have now acquired me.
You have found me along with my brothers and sisters, in the midst of deep rest,
Amongst common cobbles and beneath the roots of trees.
Along dry ruts, where mighty rivers once ran swift and magnificent,
With might and glory, you have found me.
Or perhaps you have acquired me without adventure at all,
But simply purchased me for a price.
By now, you have examined me for flaws, and measured the size of me.
Under something you call glass, you have placed me.
Others of your people race to build structures and roads over me for profit.
They gather together, uncaring of the past, or of existence.
But you, you are different.
I am important to you.
And regardless of how you came by me,
You looked for me; you sought out my hiding place.
I matter to you.
And so because of this, My spirit now speaks to yours.
To share with you, and to ask that you grant me one simple request.
Here is my message to you from the stone:
Like you, I once breathed the air of the Earth.
I was a man, a woman, a child, an elder.
The Sun and the stars of the sky knew me well, and I them.
Over rushing streams of clear white-capped water I rode.
And through golden forests of great timber I passed.
My skin felt the warmth of the Sun and the cold of the snow.
By great fires I sat close.
My ears heard the triumphant cries of soaring hawks and eagles.
And my eyes saw every color of their sacred feathers.
My heart rejoiced at new birth, and wept at sudden death.
I bled, and caused others to bleed.
With fibers from plants I bound my own wounds.
And washed them clean in the pureness of the rain.
The wind was my friend.
Yes, I tasted all of Earth’s beauty.
And on every step of my paths, The Great Spirit held my hand in his.
In his goodness upon my last day, he led me to the top of a great mountain.
The vision I saw was you…
With the stone that I made in your hands…
And this was my simple request I asked of you from the top of my mountain
With my last words ,spoken to you on that day, as all that was me faded away.
‘As you look at the stone in your hands that I made with mine,
I ask you only to remember its true significance.
To know and remember always these two words of me…’
“I LIVED”
Tony Raggio/Brand X Indian
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