Balance of the World Part Iby Howard Gayton |
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Deer Dance Day Purification: A tiny tornado dust devil Twists in the dry heat. Once they were supernatural. Perhaps they still are. Fire opens the Spirit Gate, And Stone People are brought in. It is dark here, It is hot here. Cedar's sweet aroma Punctuates the prayers, Welcoming the spirits. Aho! All of my relations, All of my relations, All of my relations. Blue sky holds the moon, Pure in expanse of space. A twinkle of light, Spirits depart. The Deer is calling. The Deer is calling. Purified in the lodge, I am ready, I come. Deer Dance Night Journey's Start: Ala ini kun maiso yoleme, Hunu kun maiso yoleme, Ini kun maiso yoleme. On the hooves of a Deer I travel, The shake of the rattle, The beat of the drum. Por medio de una flor, Ruido del golpeteo, Ritmo del tambor. Into the flower I travel, The shake of the rattle, The beat of the drum. Ala ini kun maiso yoleme, Hunu kun maiso yoleme, Ini kun maiso yoleme. | ||||||||
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