It's in the darkness of men's eyes that they get lost.
Every place is the center of the world.
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.
The Holy Land is everywhere.
Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice.
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.