NATIVE HEART Vol 1
We have men among us who pretend to know the right path,
but will not consent to show it without pay! I have no faith in their paths,
but believe that every man must make his own path!
Black Hawk, Sauk
Grandfather, Great Spirit, once more behold me on Earth and lean to hear my
feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer.
All things belong to you-the two-legged, the four- legged, the wings of the air,
and all green things that live. You have set the powers of the four quarters
of the Earth to cross each other. You have made me cross the good road,
and the road of difficulties, and where they cross the place is holy. Day in, day out,
forevermore, you are the life of things.