See with your heart and search for the Buffalo dancing across the sky.

When I climb to a place such as this, the Great Spirit always fills my heart. My eyes see the beauty, my ears hear the sound of his breath rushing by, and my heart knows joy.

Often when I hunt, my grandfather's voice follows at my side. He searches for ways to test my skill. He reminds me to always look twice to be certain that I see true. He reminds me that my heart can see where my eyes are often shut. So on this day, as when he was at my side, I will choose to see with my heart. I will again see in these cloud shapes the sacred ones rushing past.

So now, with this arrow I send a voice -Hear me! Let this arrow raise my heart to where the Spirit Power makes this mystery. When I know this Spirit Power, this Creating Force, then I will know that truly, I own the earth. My grandfather has said so.