Friday, February 6, 2009

Moving into the Front Row

“A little while and I will be gone from among you,
Whither, I cannot tell.
From nowhere we came;
into nowhere we go.
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”

Chief Isapo-muxika,

in memory of my mother, 11/06/1922-12/31/2008. 

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