Peace Will Come To The Hearts Of

The Life Of An Indian Is Like The Wings Of The Air. That Is Why You Notice The Hawk Knows How To Get His Prey. The Indian Is Like That. The Hawk Swoops Down On Its Prey, So Does The Indian. In His Lament He Is Like An Animal. For Instance, The Coyote Is Sly, So Is The Indian. The Eagle Is The Same. That Is Why The Indian Is Always Feathered Up, He Is A Relative To The Wings Of The Air.

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

Hear Me, Four Quarters Of The World-a Relative I Am! Give Me The Strength To Walk The Soft Earth, A Relative To All That Is! Give Me The Eyes To See And The Strength To Understand, That I May Be Like You. With Your Power Only Can I Face The Winds.

All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice Is Calling Your Name.

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