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Orenda

Orenda is the Iroquois name for a certain spiritual energy inherent in people and their environment. It is an "extraordinary invisible power believed by the Iroquois Native Americans to pervade in varying degrees in all animate and inanimate natural objects as a transmissible spiritual energy capable of being exerted according to the will of its possessor." Orenda is a collective power of nature's energies through the living energy of all natural objects: animate and inanimate.Anthropologist J. N. B. Hewitt notes intrinsic similarities between the Iroquoian concept of Orenda and that of the Siouxan wakan or mahopa; the Algonquin manitowi, and the pokunt of the Shoshone. Across the Iroquois tribes, the concept was referred to variously as orenna or karenna by … more »

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I want to say  
Something worth saying  
I want to make sure my time ain't wasted 
I want to feel  
Connected, breathing, reckless, taken 
Let me believe that I'm not vacant 

I'm not vacant  
But I'm the king of loathing 
Self absorbed like the culture that bore me 
Blinded, but I'm undone  
Perfection got the best of me  
Until I stepped away for me  

So let me sing, let me speak, let me say my mind 
And in time  
Maybe I'll best the voices in my head  
That bash the words that I've said  

Held in place by design  
I'm just a little bit low trying to beat myself 
And a little bit tired of the cards I'm dealt 
Held in place by my mind  
Inside, inside  
And I wanna know  
I want to believe  
In the words that I write 

Show me the lines that make us incomparable 
Chastise my thoughts and make us seem separable  
Bottle the fear, I know you feel it too 
Communicate, and let it flow through you 
You're not barren  
You're not debris 
You're not bound for tragedy 

You're not bound for tragedy 

Held in place by design  
I'm just a little bit low trying to beat myself 
And a little bit tired of the cards I'm dealt 
Held in place by my mind  
Inside, inside  
And I wanna know  
I want to believe in the words that I write 

(I want to believe in the words that I write) 

And while we sleep above our graves  
I'm thankful for the words that I have left to say 
They're just for me  
Am I free 

The view from the stage sees that I've grown up 
And I can change, or I'll remain 
But I can't keep living with these empty songs 
For too long  
Am I gone? 
The view from the stage sees that I've grown up 
And I can change, or I'll remain 
But I can't keep living with these empty songs 
I need to change  
I need to change

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