Truth, acceptance of the truth, is a shattering experience. It shatters the binding shroud of culture trance. It rips apart smugness, arrogance, superiority, and self-importance. It requires acknowledgment of responsibility for the nature and quality of each of our own lives, our own inner lives as well as the life of the world. Truth, inwardly accepted, humbling truth, makes one vulnerable. You can't be right, self-righteous, and truthful at the same time.

Breath is life, and the intermingling of breaths is the purpose of good living. This is in essence the great principle on which all productive living must rest, for relationships among all the beings of the universe must be fulfilled; in this way each individual life may also be fulfilled.

The shadows cannot speak.

In America, law substitutes for custom.

True shamans live in a world that is alive with what is to rationalist sight unseen, a world pulsing with intelligence.

Hoop Dancer is a rendering of my understanding of the process by which one enters into timelessness -- that place where one is whole.

We are the land. To the best of my understanding, that is the fundamental idea that permeates American Indian life.