It's In The Darkness Of Men's Eyes

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

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

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.

And While I Stood There I Saw More Than I Can Tell And I Understood More Than I Saw; For I Was Seeing In A Sacred Manner The Shapes Of All Things In The Spirit, And The Shape Of All Shapes As They Must Live Together Like One Being.

We Should Understand Well That All Things Are The Work Of The Great Spirit. We Should Know The Great Spirit Is Within All Things: The Trees, The Grasses, The Rivers, The Mountains, And The Four-legged And Winged Peoples; And Even More Important, We Should Understand That The Great Spirit Is Also Above All These Things And Peoples. When We Do Understand All This Deeply In Our Hearts, Then We Will Fear, And Love, And Know The Great Spirit, And Then We Will Be And Act And Live As The Spirit Intends.