Just a note.
Jesse Moontree (jesse@mail.patriot.net)
Sat, 18 Oct 1997 02:17:15 -0400
As we sit at the high councels circle ,We honor those who have
gone befor us and become one with our ansesters past and present,
And make the bonds between this world and the next.
To grow and move on to be come all that is our spirit, that the
creator has shown us ,And when our time has come to move from this
relm into the next.That those who are left behind may show the ways
to the next generation as the traditions are handed down through
the ages.
And when my time has come do not morn for me.but celebratefor me
for I am free.Morn for your loss but not for me.
For when you see a bird in a tree,Think of me for I am there.
Look in the feilds and my spirit is there.
Think of times good and those around for I live on .
Each of us leaves a piece of our selves with each living thing
that we touch.Aned in each life that we come into.
So celebrate life but dont morn for me.
And know that when the time comes,know that I will see you
in the great councel circle,and again will smoke the pipe
and share stories and ventures of worlds that I have seen
in my travels through space and times.
But do not morn my passing,for I am free.
The riples in the pond are a reflection in that every one
of us has an efect on all both now and to future ganerations
Just as thos who have gone before us have had on us.
That we are all of one spirit,a peice that makes the whole.
That in my passing know That I soar like the eagle,I am free
With Love and Peace,
Jesse Moontree
Blessed Be
Keep the love alive.Keepers of the flame.
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