When You Pray With This Pipe, You

As You Walk Upon The Sacred Earth, Treat Each Step As A Prayer.

And When I Breathed, My Breath Was Lightning.

It Is Hard To Follow One Great Vision In This World Of Darkness And Of Many Changing Shadows. Among Those Men Get Lost.

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.

A Good Nation I Will Make Live.this The Nation Above Has Said.they Have Given Me The Power To Make Over.