Last updated on June 1, 2021 by Roger Kaufman
In the beginning there was silence
Indian wisdom:
The silence of the rocks, the sky, the grasses.
The silence of the night and the morning of creation.
Long before everything was called by its name, before mountain to mountain, stone to stone,
Earth became earth was creative silence.
Eternity of all ideas and words, respect of life for that Secret.
Before I, before we were all called by name, the world was wordless.
Indian wisdom - the Ten Commandments
- Treat the earth and everything that lives on it with respect;
- Always remain in close connection with the great spirit;
- Show great respect for your neighbors;
- Work together for the benefit of all humanity;
- Help and be kind wherever needed;
- Do what you know is right;
- Make sure your body and mind feel good;
- Use some of your efforts for the greater good;
- Be honest and truthful at all times;
- Take full responsibility for all your actions;
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Indian wisdom from the Cree Indians
Only when the last one Tree cleared,
the last river poisoned,
the last fish is caught,
people will notice
that you can't eat money.
Prophecy of the Cree Indians
Indian wisdom from the Dekota Indians
An Indian wisdom the Dakota Indians say:
“If you discover you’re riding a dead horse, get off!”
Sounds so simple, right?
But instead of getting off the dead horse, our professional ones live
Many methods and strategies have been developed - some to perfection - in order to be able to avoid the inevitable. Do any of the following strategies sound familiar to you?
- Get us a stronger whip.
- Saying, “That’s how we’ve always ridden the horse.”
- Create a working group to analyze the horse.
- Visit other places to see how they ride dead horses.
- Raise the quality standards for riding dead horses.
- Form a task force to revive the horse.
- Buy people from out of town who supposedly can ride dead horses.
- Add a training session to be able to ride better.
- Make comparisons of different dead horses.
- Changing the criteria that say a horse is dead.
- Harness several dead horses together so that we can go faster.
- Explain: “No horse can be so dead that we can no longer ride it.”
- Do a study to see if there are better or cheaper horses.
- Explaining that our horse is dead better, faster and cheaper than other horses.
- Form a quality circle to find a use for dead horses.
- Establish an independent cost center for dead horses.
- Increase the area of responsibility for dead horses.
- Develop a dead horse motivation program.
- Create a presentation in which we show what the horse could do if it were still there live would.
- We are restructuring so that another area gets the dead horse.
Indian definition:
Indian is the collective term for the common in German indigenous peoples America.
Excluding the Eskimo peoples and Aleuts of the Arctic regions and the American Pacific Islands:
The ancestors of the Indians settled America from Asia in early historical times and developed a variety of cultures and languages there. “Indians” is a foreign term used by the colonialists; there is no corresponding self-title for the well over two thousand groups.
However, there are general terms in Canada, the USA and the former Spanish and Portuguese parts of America.
Source: Wikipedia
Hi!
Hmm... I just stumbled across the title of the blog, thought I was a lovelorn person and didn't find a post on the associated topic of “separation/lovesickness”... Maybe. As a suggestion for a new category, I'll leave a poem on the topic written a year ago and a link. http://frankfutt.de/reflexio-4/end-of-love/
gruß
Sabine
It was just you
who disturbed my life,
woke me up from emotional winter sleep
and directed my soul to the meaning behind it.
You paved the way for my spirit
that he walks as if on a narrow bridge,
even in lovesickness he invented poems,
because you had kindled this fire in me.
With a light as bright as the North Pole Star
you kindled an ember that was previously far from me
and plunged myself into eucalyptic depths,
who at the same time called to me in spheres of heavenly monotony.
Emerged from these depths,
I realize that your love is exhausted.
This brings to light deep heartbreak in me,
so that I even ask myself with the poem
and almost ashamed lectures,
whether ultimately it might be me
and their desire directs the mind
reflected on you without counterfeit
and thus catapulted into demonic derangement.
And there - in demonic depths - you can imagine that,
I suffered Tantalus torments at the hands of spitting furies.
Because you are the only truly miracle-working antibiotic,
that, in short, the lovesickness of the inflamed heart
with one hit
may even reduce.
Because my burning in my heart was more than a silently smoldering flame,
no – a steppe fire that it absorbed like a dried-up sponge.
At the same time I rejoiced with joy on a cumulus cloud,
meanwhile, like an arrow, electric currents in gentle flakes
flowed through my body and heart.
But what I'm left with is pain
the infinite for me,
because I love you!
And to find reflection in yourself
It's the only thing my sick heart can get over.