So I Took The Bright Red Stick

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.

Any Man Who Is Attached To Things Of This World Is One Who Lives In Ignorance And Is Being Consumed By The Snakes Of His Own Passions

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.

Grown Men May Learn From Very Little Children, For The Hearts Of Little Children Are Pure, And, Therefore, The Great Spirit May Show To Them Many Things Which Older People Miss.

Everything An Indian Does Is In A Circle, And That Is Because The Power Of The World Always Works In Circles.