Behold This Day. It Is Yours To

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.

All Things Are Our Relatives; What We Do To Everything, We Do To Ourselves. All Is Really One.

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.

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

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.