The mountains, I become part of it...
The herbs, the fir tree, I become part of it.
The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering waters,
I become part of it.
The wildness, the dew drops, the pollen...
I become part of it.
NAVAJO CHANT
The herbs, the fir tree, I become part of it.
The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering waters,
I become part of it.
The wildness, the dew drops, the pollen...
I become part of it.
NAVAJO CHANT