Give me strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.

When you pray with this pipe, you pray for and with everything.

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

I cured with the power that came through me.

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.

I saw more than I can tell / And I understood more than I saw.

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