Song

And I think over again My small adventures When with a shore wind I drifted out In my kayak And thought I was in danger. My fears, Those I thought so big, For all the vital things I had to get and to reach. And yet, there is only One great thing, The only thing: To live to see in huts and on journeys The great day that dawns, And the light that fills the world. Eskimo

Aqalani

But instead of looking south in the direction in which he was

going he looked to the north, the country in which dwelt his

people. Before him were the beautiful peaks of the Depentsa, with

their forested slopes. The clouds hung over the mountain, the

showers of rain fell down its sides, and all the country looked

beautiful. And he said to the land, "Aqalani!" and a feeling of

loneliness and homesickness came over him, and he wept and

sang this song:

That flowing water! That flowing water!

My mind wanders across it.

That broad water! That flowing water!

My mind wanders across it.

That old-age water! That flowing water!

My mind wanders across it.

Navajo

using the top of his head

a face bent into the twisting wind it formed uneven signals of light shading the colors under abstraction looking inside the window of night where the ghost souls pull distraction strange alerting signs stand out with striking points for unwanted violence it grabs the attention regardless of who so you use this chance to communicate into the beyond or at least try and send the face through beyond running in the forest blind the guide reminds you how to find where to look past time instead by using the top of his head