Birds Make Their Nest In Circles, For

Like The Grasses Showing Tender Faces To Each Other, Thus Should We Do, For This Was The Wish Of The Grandfathers Of The World.

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

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.

Crazy Horse Dreamed And Went Into The World Where There Is Nothing But The Spirits Of Things. That Is The Real World That Is Behind This One, And Everything We See Here Is Something Like A Shadow From That World.... It Was This Vision That Gave Him His Great Power, For When He Went Into A Fight, He Had Only To Think Of That World To Be In It Again, So That He Could Go Through Anything And Not Be Hurt

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