HANTA YO

”But what difference whatever truth raises a man tall or bows his heads and bend his knees as long as none interferes with the ways of another? Everyone breathes with the breath of the great mystery; each one, a mystery within the whole mystery, a body within a soul, a knowing in contact with all knowing. Herein sits the true importance.”

“Grandfather, I send a voice; hear me;
From this earth with your breath I send a voice;
Grandfather, I shall live”


“HANTA YO”, Ruth Beebe Hill, chapter XIII