Birds Make Their Nest In Circles, For

Whether It Happened So Or Not I Do Not Know; But If You Think About It You Can See That It Is True.

Also, As I Lay There Thinking Of My Vision, I Could See It All Again And Feel The Meaning With A Part Of Me Like A Strange Power Glowing In My Body; But When The Part Of Me That Talks Would Try To Make Words For The Meaning, It Would Be Like Fog And Get Away From Me.

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.

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.

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