Your body is woven from the light of heaven. Are you aware that its purity and swiftness is the envy of angels and its courage keeps even devils away.
The day is conscious of itself.
The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.
Oh sky, without me, do not change, Oh moon, without me, do not shine; Oh earth, without me, do not grow, Oh time, without me, do not go. ...Oh, you cannot go, without me.