Every Place Is The Center Of The

When You Pray With This Pipe, You Pray For And With Everything.

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.

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

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.