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.

Everything tries to be round.

Know the Power that is Peace.

When I got back to my father and mother and was sitting up there in our tepee, my face was still all puffed and my legs and arms were badly swollen; but I felt good all over and wanted to get right up and run around.

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

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

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