Begin with yourself. There is no time to waste. It is your duty to do your part to bring God’s kingdom on earth.
This earth is a garden, The Lord its gardener, cherishing all, none neglected.
Peace be to earth and to airy space! Peace be to heaven, peace to the waters, peace to the plants and peace to the trees! May all the gods grant me peace!
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.
Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
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.
The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof, the world and those who dwell therein.
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.
The meteorites of 1908 and 1947 had struck uninhabited wilderness; but by the end of the 21st century there was no region left on Earth that could be safely used for celestial target practice.
