Wanting to be a Red Indian ...

Wanting to be a Red Indian

- Franz Kafka

Ah,

if one were a Red Indian,

on the alert immediately,

[talking about the white men coming]
  Kicking Bird: How many?
  John Dunbar: Like the stars

and if leaning into the wind on one’s galloping horse one went quivering over the quavering ground,

over and over again till one stopped using the spurs,

there being no spurs,

There's a highway of stars across the heavens

A hope and a dream at the edge of the sky

- Johnny Clegg

till one threw away the reins,

there being no reins,

and one scarcely saw the terrain out in front as a well-mown stretch of moorland without even a horse’s neck now or a horse’s head.

Kicking Bird: I was just thinking that of all the trails in this life, there are some that matter most. It is the trail of a true human being. I think you are on this trail, and it is good to see.

(From: Dances with Wolves)

May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong.

Chief Dan George