After the horse dance was over, it seemed that I was above the ground and did not touch it when I walked.

It is hard to follow one great vision in this world of darkness and of many changing shadows. Among those men get lost.

I was standing on the highest mountain of them all, and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.

And as he spoke of understanding, I looked up and saw the rainbow leap with flames of many colors over me.

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.

Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.

The song and the drumming were like this: Behold, a sacred voice is calling you; All over the sky a sacred voice is calling.