There Is No Such Place As Away.

There Is No Such Place As Away.

The Indian Prefers The Soft Sound Of The Wind Darting Over The Face Of The Pond, The Smell Of The Wind Itself Cleansed By A Midday Rain, Or Scented With Pinon Pine. The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Are The Same Breath - The Animals, The Trees, The Man.

Your Religion Was Written On Tablets Of Stone, Ours On Our Hearts. 8. We Are Part Of The Earth And The Earth Is Part Of Us.

The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Share The Same Breath-the Beast, The Tree, The Man, They All Share The Same Breath. The White Man Does Not Seem To Notice The Air He Breathes. Like A Man Dying For Many Days, He Is Numb To The Stench.

To Us, The Ashes Of Our Ancestors Are Sacred And Their Resting Place Is Hallowed Ground.