Colours of the Wind / Soul

 

Colours of the Wind

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob5UggoNtjc&ab_channel=Dranreb

Colours of the Soul in Gaza

You think you own whatever land you land on
Palestine is something you can claim
But I know every child, man and woman
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a Gazen
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the whispers in the olive trees?
Stories of a history untold
Can you hear all the voices of the silenced?
Can you see all the colours of our soul ?
Can you find a humanity within us all?

Come hear the ancient church bells of my village
Come taste the sun-sweet orange of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The Muslims and the Jews are my brothers
The river and the sea are my friends0
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How deep does our roots grow?
If you cut them out, the world will never know

And you'll never hear the whispers of the olive trees
Stories of a history untold
We need to sing with all the voices of the silenced
We need to paint with all the colours of our soul

They can own the land and still
All they'll own is land until
You can find humanity within us all.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FlDwUM4t7M&ab_channel=PalestineWillBeFree

Here's to the bridge-builders, the hand-holders, the light-bringers, those extraordinary souls wrapped in ordinary lives who quietly weave threads of humanity into an inhumane world.

They are the unsung heroes in a world at war with itself.

They are the whisperers of hope that peace is possible.

Look for them in this present darkness.

Light your candle with their flame. And then go.

Build bridges. Hold hands.

Bring light to a dark and desperate world.

Be the hero you are looking for.

Peace is possible.

It begins with us ..

L.R. Knost

Practical Wisdom from Pope Francis

Maybe he can’t stand on his feet anymore and suffering has shaped his character but this speech by Pope Francis from a few days ago is simply AMAZING!

“You can have flaws, be anxious and even be angry, but don’t forget that your life is the greatest business in the world. Only you can stop it from failure. You are appreciated, admired and loved by many. Remember that being happy is not having a sky without storms, a road without accidents, a job without effort, relationships without disappointments.

“Being happy is to stop feeling a victim and become the author of your own destiny. It's going through deserts, but being able to find an oasis deep in your soul. It's to thank God every morning for the miracle of life. It’s kissing your children, cuddling your parents, having poetic moments with your friends, even when they hurt us.

“To be happy is to let live the creature that lives in each of us, free, joyful and simple. It's having maturity to be able to say: "I made mistakes". Having the courage to say "I'm sorry". It's having a sensitivity to say "I need you". Is having the ability to say "I love you". May your life become a garden of opportunities for happiness... that in spring I can be a lover of joy and in winter a lover of wisdom.

"And when you make a mistake, start over. Because only then will you fall in love with life. You will find that being happy doesn't mean having a perfect life. But she uses tears to irrigate tolerance. Use your defeats to train your patience.

"Use your mistakes with the serenity of the sculptor. Use pain to tune into pleasure. Use obstacles to open the windows of intelligence. Never give up ... Above all, never give up on the people that love you. Never give up on happiness, because life is an amazing show. ".

POPE FRANCIS