All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice

The Sky Is Round, And I Have Heard That The Earth Is Round Like A Ball, And So Are All The Stars. The Wind, In Its Greatest Power, Whirls. Birds Make Their Nests In Circles, For Theirs Is The Same Religion As Ours.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles, And Everything Tries To Be Round. In The Old Days When We Were A Strong And Happy People, All Our Power Came To Us From The Sacred Hoop Of The Nation, And So Long As The Hoop Was Unbroken The People Flourished.

I Looked About Me Once Again, And Suddenly The Dancing Horses Without Number Changed Into Animals Of Every Kind And Into All The Fowls That Are, And These Fled Back To The Four Quarters Of The World From Whence The Horses Came, And Vanished.

It Is Good To Have A Reminder Of Death Before Us, For It Helps Us To Understand The Impermanence Of Life On This Earth, And This Understanding May Aid Us In Preparing For Our Own Death. He Who Is Well Prepared Is He Who Knows That He Is Nothing Compared With Wakan-tanka, Who Is Everything; Then He Knows That World Which Is Real.

So I Took The Bright Red Stick And At The Center Of The Nation's Hoop I Thrust It In The Earth.