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,
Mitakuye Oyasin
A shooting star
Is what you are
With colors and
Sparkles and fizz
You are part of all that is
We are all relatives
Mitakuye Oyasin
Those near, those far
The winged the four legged
The six and the eight legged
And all of those living
Under the seas and between
The earth and the sky
Mitakuye Oyasin
We are all relatives
Sisters and Brothers
And All the Others
The Pleiades with the
Seven sisters is a start
We are all of star dust
Mitakuye Oyasin
And you are a shooting star
Make a bright wish
Send a heart prayer
Turn around three times
Let your thoughts rise
On Blue smoke
Mitakuye Oyasin
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Bear . . . 06.14.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014
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These words came to me while reading here:
http://nomzikumalo.wordpress.com/category/poetry/
bearspawprint 
We are all connected, this interdependency like Indra’s Net, holographic jewels we are, each and every one whole and complete. Mitakuye Oyasin *bowing*♥
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Mitakuye Oyasin, who is that Bear? 🙂
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Mitakuye Oyasin – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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Ah. Lol. I did. I can be so sharp and so slow sometimes. Thanks dear. 🙂
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We are all relatives
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Lol 🙂
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How many languages do you know, including dialects?
How can anyone be expected to know indigenous languages and/or terms that the on-line translators don’t recognize? there are THOUSANDS , though less and less each year.
I think it is amazing that anyone in Norway would, even belatedly, recognize any Lakota terminology 🙂 🙂 I was aware, already, that this one had a pretty good start of an explanation on Wiki, hence the link.
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Lol 🙂 I understand many languages Bear. How about you? Google is great that way. Thanks dear 🙂
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I cannot read a book, in any language, other than English. Most technical lingo is beyond my understanding. But I can talk with barred owls 🙂
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Lol 🙂 I dream in English when I do 🙂
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My dreams are often with language(s) I don’t know when awake. Sometimes English, sometimes mixed language that I know a little bit of when awake, more often no words, there is often music …. sometimes ……. just dream … stuff ….
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Lol 🙂 True true…more themes to explore 🙂
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this is such beauty!
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Thank you, Eddie
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Great poem Bear a true work of art!!
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Thank you Willow. Now it is 5:00 AM and I’m getting sleepy, since the sun is about to come up. My Circadian rhythms have tipped over sideways.
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Oh! Sorry to hear that I hope you get some rest. I am off to the gym now 10.05 xxx
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I went to a gym once. there was a contraption called a roman chair, which had arm rests, but no seat and was about four feet above the floor. Well I got in it. I could do beautiful leg lifts and all sorts of abdominal show off things, but the problem was that my shoulders were up by my ears. 🙂 Have fun!!!!
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