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"As I lay sleeping, as I lay dreaming, out of the distance came one advancing, one whom I ne’er had seen before, but when her voice addressed me, straightway I knew her—Lo! ‘Twas our Mother, she whom we know. I rose from sleeping, my dream remembering; Her words I pondered, words of our Mother. Then I asked of each one I met, Tell me, how far may Her shrine be? When I found it sweet smoke I offered unto our Mother."
—Song for Mother Corn, Pawnee
"Once, many generations ago, there lived a beautiful goddess of the ocean – the “Woman of the White Shells,” younger sister of the Moon. This goddess was the special patroness of beauty and grace and she imparted an attractiveness almost equaling her own to those into whose hearts she deigned to breathe. So that she would not be defiled, she lived in a cave.
One day when some maidens were passing near the mountain, suddenly the beautiful goddess appeared to them, sitting high up in the rocks, dressed in sparkling white cotton garments. She beckoned to the maidens to approach her, reassuring them with her friendly smile. “Sit ye down by my side,” she said to them, “and I will teach you the arts of women.”
—Zuni legend
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"I rose from sleeping, my dream remembering; Her words I pondered, words of our Mother." |
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