Any man who is attached to things of this world is one who lives in ignorance and is being consumed by the snakes of his own passions - Black Elk

Perhaps you have noticed that even in the slightest breeze you can hear the voice of the cottonwood tree; this we understand is its prayer to the Great Spirit, for not only men, but all things and all beings pray to Him continually in different ways.

My bay had lightning stripes all over him and his mane was cloud. And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

Every little thing is sent for something, and in that thing there should be happiness and the power to make happy. Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus we should do, for this was the wish of the
Grandfathers of the World.