Listen to things more often
than beings. Hear the voice of the fire, hear the voice of the
water, Listen in the wind to the sighing of the bush: This is the
ancestors breathing. Those who are dead are never gone; The dead are not
down in the earth: They are in the trembling of the trees, In the groaning
of the woods, In the water that runs, in the water that sleeps, They are
in the hut, they are in the crowd. Those who are dead are not ever
gone; They are in the woman's breast, they are in the wailing of a
child, They are in the burning log and in the moaning rock. They are in
the weeping grasses, in the forest and the home. Listen to things more often
than beings. Hear the voice of fire, hear the voice of water. Listen in
the wind to the sighing of the bush. This is the ancestors
breathing.
