I Looked Below And Saw My People

Know The Power That Is Peace.

If I Thought That I Was Doing It Myself, The Hole Would Close Up And No Power Could Come Through. Then Everything I Could Do Would Be Foolish.

It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Lose Their Way.

All Things Are Our Relatives; What We Do To Everything, We Do To Ourselves. All Is Really One.

Perhaps You Have Noticed That Even In The Very Lightest Breeze You Can Hear The Voice Of The Cottonwood Tree; This We Understand Is Its Prayer To The Great Spirit, For Not Only Men, But All Things And All Beings Pray To Him Continually In Differing Ways.