Everywhere is the center of the world. Everything is sacred.

Also, as I lay there thinking of my vision, I could see it all again and feel the meaning with a part of me like a strange power glowing in my body; but when the part of me that talks would try to make words for the meaning, it would be like fog and get away from me.

It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds.

To use the power of the bison, I had to perform that part of my vision for the people to see.

Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the power of the world always works in circles.

You see, I had been riding with the storm clouds, and had come to earth as rain, and it was drought that I had killed with the power that the Six Grandfathers gave me.

Everything tries to be round.