And As He Spoke Of Understanding, I

And I Saw That The Sacred Hoop Of My People As One Of Many Hoops That Made One Circle.

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.

You See, I Had Been Riding With The Storm Clouds, And Had Come To Earth As Rain, And It Was Drought That I Had Killed With The Power That The Six Grandfathers Gave Me.

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

The Universe Is Circles Within Circles, And Everything Is One Circle, And All The Circles Are Connected To Each Other. Each Family Is A Circle, And Those Family Circles Connect Together And Make A Community, And The Community Makes Its Circle Where It Lives On The Earth. It (the Community) Cares For That Part (of The Earth) But Cares For It As A Circle - Which Is To Say In A Cooperative And Egalitarian Way, Where Everybody Is Cared For, And Everybody Is Respected.