Everything Tries To Be Round.

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.

When A Vision Comes From The Thunder Beings Of The West, It Comes With Terror Like A Thunder Storm; But When The Storm Of Vision Has Passed, The World Is Greenier And Happier; For Wherever The Truth Of Vision Comes Upon The World, It Is Like A Rain. The World, You See, Is Happier After The Terror Of The Storm.

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.

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.

Give Me Strength To Walk The Soft Earth, A Relative To All That Is.