Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than

After The Horse Dance Was Over, It Seemed That I Was Above The Ground And Did Not Touch It When I Walked.

The Song And The Drumming Were Like This: Behold, A Sacred Voice Is Calling You; All Over The Sky A Sacred Voice Is Calling.

Whether It Happened So Or Not I Do Not Know; But If You Think About It You Can See That It Is True.

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.

Sometimes Dreams Are Wiser Than Waking.