"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 road of difficulties, and where they
cross, the place is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the life of things."
Hey! Lean to hear my feeble voice.
At the center of the sacred hoop
You have said that I should make the tree to bloom.
With tears running, O Great Spirit, my Grandfather,
With running eyes I must say
The tree has never bloomed
Here I stand, and the tree is withered.
Again, I recall the great vision you gave me.
It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives.
Nourish it then
That it may leaf
And bloom
And fill with singing birds!
Hear me, that the people may once again
Find the good road
And the shielding tree.
The Sunset
Then I was standing on the highest mountain of
them all, and round about beneath me was the
whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I
saw more than I can tell and I understood more
than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the
shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of
all shapes as they must live together like one being.
And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one
of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as
daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one
mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of
one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy...
But anywhere is the center of the world.
Black Elk, Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux, 1863-1950