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.Mark of the AncientsHe had lived in the desert all his life, but for me it was all new."See thatfootprint in the sand?" he asked, pointing to a spot by the cliff.I looked asclose as I could."No, I don't see anything.""That's just the point." He laughed."Where you can't see a print, that'swhere the Ancient Ones walked."We went on a little farther, and he pointed to an opening, high up on thesandstone wall."See that house up there?" he asked.I squinted hard.40 "There's nothing to see.""You're a good student." He smiled."Where there's no roof or chimney,that's where the Ancient Ones are most likely to have lived."We rounded a bend, and before us was spread a fabulous sight -- thousandsupon thousands of desert flowers in bloom."Can you see any missing?" heasked me.I shook my head."It's just wave after wave of loveliness.""Yes," he said in a low voice."Where nothing is missing, that's where theAncient Ones harvested the most."I thought about all this, about how generations had once lived in harmonywith the earth, leaving no marks to scar the places they inhabited.At campthat night I said, "You left out one thing.""What's that?" he asked."Where are the Ancient Ones buried?"Without reply, he poked his stick into the fire.A bright flame shot up,licked the air, and disappeared.My teacher gave me a glance to ask if Iunderstood this lesson.I sat very still, and my silence told him I did.MotherEons of time I've been gestatingTo take a form been hesitatingFrom the unmanifest this cosmic conceptionOn this earth a fantastic receptionAnd then one fateful August mornFrom your being I was bornWith tender love you nurtured a seedTo your own distress you paid no heedUnmindful of any risk and dangerYou decided upon this lonely strangerRainbows, clouds, the deep blue sky41 Glittering birds that fly on highOut of fragments you've made my wholeFrom the elements you fashioned my soulMother dear, you gave me lifeBecause of you, no struggle or strifeYou gave me joy and positionCared for me without conditionAnd if I ever change this worldIt's from the emotions you've unfurl'dYour compassion is so sweet and dearYour finest feelings I can hearI can sense your faintest notionThe wondrous magic of your love potionAnd now that I have come so farMet with every king and czarEncountered every color and creedOf every passion, every greedI go back to that starry nightWith not a fear for muscle or mightYou taught me how to stand and fightFor every single wrong and rightEvery day without a holdI will treasure what you've moldI will remember every kissYour sweet words I'll never missNo matter where I go from hereYou're in my heart, my mother dearMother EarthI was walking along the beach one winter day.Looking down, I saw awave push a feather up on the sand.It was a sea gull feather stained with42 oil.I picked it up and felt the dark slick film on my fingers.I couldn't helpwondering if the bird had survived.Was it all right out there? I knew itwasn't.I felt sad to think how carelessly we treat our home.The earth we all shareis not just a rock tossed through space but a living, nurturing being.Shecares for us; she deserves our care in return.We've been treating MotherEarth the way some people treat a rental apartment.Just trash it and moveon.But there's no place to move on to now.We have brought our garbage andour wars and our racism to every part of the world.We must begin to cleanher up, and that means cleaning up our own hearts and minds first, becausethey led us to poison our dear planet.The sooner we change, the easier itwill be to feel our love for Mother Earth and the love she so freely givesback to us.On Children of the WorldWe have to heal our wounded world.The chaos, despair, and senselessdestruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel fromeach other and their environment
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