The Holy Land Is Everywhere.

I Saw More Than I Can Tell / And I Understood More Than I Saw.

It's In The Darkness Of Men's Eyes That They Get Lost.

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 Was Four Years Old Then, And I Think It Must Have Been The Next Summer That I First Heard The Voices.

Like The Grasses Showing Tender Faces To Each Other, Thus Should We Do, For This Was The Wish Of The Grandfathers Of The World.