And When I Breathed, My Breath Was

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.

Birds Make Their Nest In Circles, For Theirs Is The Same Religion As Ours.

The Song And The Drumming Were Like This: Behold, A Sacred Voice Is Calling You; All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice Is Calling.

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.

There Can Never Be Peace Between Nations Until There Is First Known That True Peace Which Is Within The Souls Of Men.