Navajo Benedictory Chant ....
Now, talking God.
I walk with your limbs,
Your legs carry forth my body,
Your mind thinks for me,
Your voice speaks through my lips.
Beauty behind me,
Above and blow me,
Hovers the beautiful.
I am surrounded by it,
I am immerse in it.
In my youth, I am aware of it,
In my old age, I shall walk quietly the beautiful trail.
In beauty, it is begun.
In beauty, it is ended.
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