You were placed on this earth to create, not to compete.
This earth is a garden, The Lord its gardener, cherishing all, none neglected.
While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.
Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.
Never forget that you are one of a kind. Never forget that if there weren’t any need for you in all your uniqueness to be on this earth, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.
A disciple in training will comprehend this earth, the realm of death and the realm of the gods. A disciple in training will investigate the well-taught Path of Virtue, even as an expert garland-maker picks flowers.
Your hills, O Earth, your snow-clad mountain peaks, your forests, may they show us kindliness… Impart to us vitalising forces that come, O Earth from deep within your body, your central point, your navel, purify us wholly.
Begin with yourself. There is no time to waste. It is your duty to do your part to bring God’s kingdom on earth.
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
