The Center Of The Universe Is Everywhere.

But If The Vision Was True And Mighty, As I Know, It Is True And Mighty Yet;for Such Things Are Of Spirit, And It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Get Lost.

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

And I Say The Sacred Hoop Of My People Was One Of The Many Hoops That Made One Circle, Wide As Daylight And As Starlight, And In The Center Grew One Mighty Flowering Tree To Shelter All The Children Of One Mother And One Father.

Now Suddenly There Was Nothing But A World Of Cloud, And We Three Were There Alone In The Middle Of A Great White Plain With Snowy Hills And Mountains Staring At Us; And It Was Very Still; But There Were Whispers.

So I Took The Bright Red Stick And At The Center Of The Nation's Hoop I Thrust It In The Earth.