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.

And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

Behold this day. It is yours to make.

The power of the world always works in circles.

It is not enough to have a vision. In order to have its power, you must enact your vision on earth for all to see. Only then do you have the power.

All things are our relatives; what we do to everything, we do to ourselves. All is really One.

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.