For the thorn's sake,
The rose is watered as well. 
The rind isn’t what separates&nbsp;&nbsp;
From fruit you wish to find, 
Rather, the delusion that separation 
Exists, that's within your mind.

Star Stuff, Earth Birthed, Skybound, Be

Natives' compassion taught
Pilgrims at Plymouth
How to live within, give to, 
Natures' abundance.


That providence sowed
Reaped graces' harvest,
Fraternity, bearing
Fruits to this day.


We gave Native-America
Genocide, Earthocide.
Chief Seattle said, 
No one can own the land.


Bowing to Above and Below,
For gifts bestowed,
Giving, may we again,
Walk that way!