It Is Not Enough To

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.

Birds Make Their Nest In Circles, For Theirs Is The Same Religion As Ours.

They Told Me I Had Been Sick Twelve Days, Lying Like Dead All The While, And That Whirlwind Chaser, Who Was Standing Bear's Uncle And A Medicine Man, Had Brought Me Back To Life.

May You Always Walk In Beauty.

Every Place Is The Center Of The World.