And When I Breathed, My Breath Was

The Life Of An Indian Is Like The Wings Of The Air. That Is Why You Notice The Hawk Knows How To Get His Prey. The Indian Is Like That. The Hawk Swoops Down On Its Prey, So Does The Indian. In His Lament He Is Like An Animal. For Instance, The Coyote Is Sly, So Is The Indian. The Eagle Is The Same. That Is Why The Indian Is Always Feathered Up, He Is A Relative To The Wings Of The Air.

I Was Standing On The Highest Mountain Of Them All, And Round About Beneath Me Was The Whole Hoop Of The World. And While I Stood There I Saw More Than I Can Tell And I Understood More Than I Saw; For I Was Seeing In A Sacred Manner The Shapes Of All Things In The Spirit, And The Shape Of All Shapes As They Must Live Together Like One Being. And I Saw That The Sacred Hoop Of My People Was One Of Many Hoops That Made One Circle, Wide As Daylight And As Starlight, And In The Center Grew One Mighty Flowering Tree To Shelter All Children Of One Mother And One Father. And I Saw That It Was Holy.

Know The Power That Is Peace.

The Power Of A Thing Or An Act Is In The Meaning And The Understanding.

It Is Hard To Follow One Great Vision In This World Of Darkness And Of Many Changing Shadows. Among Those Men Get Lost.