I Cured With The Power

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.

The First Peace, Which Is The Most Important, Is That Which Comes Within The Souls Of People When They Realize Their Relationship, Their Oneness With The Universe And All Its Powers, And When They Realize That At The Center Of The Universe Dwells The Great Spirit, And That This Center Is Really Everywhere, It Is Within Each Of Us.

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.

So I Took The Bright Red Stick And At The Center Of The Nation's Hoop I Thrust It In The Earth.

I Had A Vision With Which I Might Have Saved My People, But I Had Not The Strength To Do It.