Cradling the earth,
Circles of white fires,
The world spins around in white lights,
A glow of rejuvenation not regression,
Twinkles by your flying space through time,
The silvery lights of a heaven within,
Shines through the cloudless sky,
Only a gentle breeze laces around the lightning mist that abounds everywhere,
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
