The Holy Land Is Everywhere.

And When I Breathed, My Breath Was Lightning.

It's In The Darkness Of Men's Eyes That They Get Lost.

The Song And The Drumming Were Like This: Behold, A Sacred Voice Is Calling You; All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice Is Calling.

Any Man Who Is Attached To Things Of This World Is One Who Lives In Ignorance And Is Being Consumed By The Snakes Of His Own Passions

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.