The blossom of love will make the air fragrant; the river of love will murmur along the valleys; and every bird, beast and child will sing the song of love.
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.
Be kind, be all sympathy, for each and every human being is forced to fight against himself.
Obesience to Her is pure being, consciousness, bliss. As power, who Exists in the forms of time and space, and all that is therein, who is the divine illuminatrix in all beings.
Be more humble than a blade of grass, more tolerant than a tree, always offering respect onto others and never expecting any in return.
