Any Man Who Is Attached To Things

I Looked Below And Saw My People There, And All Were Well And Happy Except One, And He Was Lying Like The Dead - And That One Was Myself.

I Looked About Me Once Again, And Suddenly The Dancing Horses Without Number Changed Into Animals Of Every Kind And Into All The Fowls That Are, And These Fled Back To The Four Quarters Of The World From Whence The Horses Came, And Vanished.

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.

Perhaps You Have Noticed That Even In The Very Lightest Breeze You Can Hear The Voice Of The Cottonwood Tree; This We Understand Is Its Prayer To The Great Spirit, For Not Only Men, But All Things And All Beings Pray To Him Continually In Differing Ways.

We Should Understand Well That All Things Are The Work Of The Great Spirit. We Should Know The Great Spirit Is Within All Things: The Trees, The Grasses, The Rivers, The Mountains, And The Four-legged And Winged Peoples; And Even More Important, We Should Understand That The Great Spirit Is Also Above All These Things And Peoples. When We Do Understand All This Deeply In Our Hearts, Then We Will Fear, And Love, And Know The Great Spirit, And Then We Will Be And Act And Live As The Spirit Intends.