All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice

Once We Were Happy In Our Own Country And We Were Seldom Hungry, For Then The Two-leggeds And The Four-leggeds Lived Together Like Relatives, And There Was Plenty For Them And For Us. But The Wasichus Came, And They Have Made Little Islands For Us And Other Little Islands For The Four-leggeds, And Always These Islands Are Becoming Smaller, For Around Them Surges The Gnawing Flood Of The Wasichu; And It Is Dirty With Lies And Greed.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.

And I Saw That The Sacred Hoop Of My People As One Of Many Hoops That Made One Circle.

The Great Spirit Is Everywhere; He Hears Whatever Is In Our Minds And Our Hearts, And It Is Not Necessary To Speak To Him In A Loud Voice.

Even The Seasons Form A Great Circle In Their Changing, And Always Come Back Again To Where They Were. The Life Of A Person Is A Circle From Childhood To Childhood, And So It Is In Everything Where Power Moves.