The Holy Land is everywhere.

Whether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about it you can see that it is true.

So I took the bright red stick and at the center of the nation's hoop I thrust it in the earth.

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.

As you walk upon the sacred earth, treat each step as a prayer.

At the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit. And that center is really everywhere. It is within each of us.

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.