Look at your

neighbour and make him sparkle.

Your eyes

are the mirror of your soul.

Twylah Nitsch, Seneca

Without music, life is a journey through the desert

No truth appears to be more evident than that beasts are endowed with thought and reason as well as men

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

As through smoky glass,

they go halfway to meet the woe,

And let the sunshine pass.

Look always on the sunny side

Twill make us happier far,

Why should we try to find the cloud,

When brightly shines the star?

We live, we die, and like the grass and trees,

renew ourselves from the soft clods of the grave.

Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old

and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born.

The faith of the villages is dust now,

but it will grow again like the trees.

Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle.

The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round

like a ball and so are all the stars. The wind in its greatest power, whirls.

Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.

The sun comes forth and then goes down again in a circle.

The moon does the same, and both are round. Even the seasons form a great

circle in their changing and always come back where they were.

The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and

so it is in everything where power moves.

Black Elk, Oglala Sioux