Stones Face East...
...In the new museum of Native Americans in Washington,
This is true that there is reverence for the sunrise,
Yet another sun may be rising.
In the cool morning of golden rays Red and White touch the Earth together.
In Tibet the ancient religion of Bon,
Belief that there was undying spirit in all things,
Animals and winds and the very stones of the Earth.
In the Time of Ice men crossed the world hunting.
Somehow the Manitou walked across water while changing names,
And where is the surprise in this,
For Spirit is beyond our limits and small understanding.
Man can not create so much as a leaf without a living seed.
God is a complexity we can scarcely understand,
The strange mirror of East and West yields reflections to careful patience,
Tibetan ancestors would know the soul of Native America.
In the distant mists of time we all have a Source.
In the march of time,
Buddhists walked East,
Christians walked West.
Bloody footprints must be washed from this Earth.
Many spirits flew beyond Mother Earth,
In these tangles of early Spirit and complex God,
Borne of misinterpreting intolerant followers.
Only love can heal ancient pain.
In the ages to come there is another mirror,
Perhaps West and East can see each other,
For in Tibet and Washington mergers play out.
It is long past due we learned to become one again.
It is long past time for reconciliation,
For the long painful birth,
For the best of ancient and modern to merge.
We must no longer be children as we step out of the cradle.
In both lands those of ancient wisdom still stand,
While hordes of younger ideas swarm,
Youth and wisdom both lose in separation.
The stars are twinkling above and the sky is all one vast lonely place.
There is much for Youth to learn,
Yet Age is not all there is to wisdom,
Where do the generations finally meet?
The seasons go on and we have much to lose as leaves bury the path behind
How can we ever heal and become one?
How long will there be two sides to the mirror?
The best of each place and time is there in the dichotomy of silvered glass.
In the Autumn the Earth is bearing fruit yet we must plant seeds for a new
The evil Manitou Spirit Devil laughs as he melts more sand -
How long will we be grains within his intolerant fires?
By: Daniel A. Stafford
There are interesting similarities between China's relationship to Tibet and
the United States relationship with Native American Nations. In both cases
both the younger and older cultures would stand to gain much if they could
find a way to take the best of both cultures and blend them into a new world
that was good for both. In the larger picture, the same is true of East and
West. In the microcosm or macrocosm each is diminished without co-existence
with the other. Native Americans and native Tibetans in their own ways bring
a spritual value to reverence of and stewardship of the Earth and nature. I
feel that impact in the environmental movement in the Western hemisphere,
and I wonder if it is not present in the East. This is but one example - if
we took the time, I would imagine there are many more subtleties that could
be of great value to the world as a whole, yet the fear of change tinges
everything. A question: if God created everything, is it wrong to think that
everything is imbued with a bit of His undying Spirit? Another: Could not
His name have been heard differently in the aftermath of Babel around the
world? It's always been we humans who misunderstand Him. I wonder if there
aren't fractions of truth and misunderstanding all about this world. Two web
links help to illustrate:
and http://www.enn.com/news/2004-08-31/s_26782.asp .