I have felt your pain.
To all who are angry because the connection seems broken
I have been there too.
To all who are still reaching and searching
I offer these words:
The dreams and the songs live in the earth;
Even if most are assimilated,
Even if some that dance are not worthy,
Even if you have to stop romancing the culture,
Come and let go.
Stay open even through the heartache.
Walk the land with clear eyes, and ears.
If there is language, learn it.
Because perhaps it is you
That will "catch" the song and bring it back.
Do not ever give up on your culture
In spite of the hardness of those that are left.
I have been through all of these things,
And I will not go away.
There will be more generations to come
And then we will be the Elders.
What will you remember
And what will you pass on?