The plants and flowers
I raised about my hut
I now surrender
To the will
Of the wind

Never forget:
we walk on hell,
gazing at flowers.

Song on Applying War Paint:

At the center of the earth
I stand,
Behold me!
At the wind center
I stand,
Behold me!
A root of medicine
Therefore I stand,
At the wind center
I stand.

Dream Song:

The heavens
Go with me.

Dream Song of Thunders:

Sometimes
I go about pitying
Myself,
While I am carried by the wind
Across the sky.

When the path ignites a soul,
there's no remaining in place.

The foot touches ground,
but not for long.