For the air is alive in the verdure and the flowers and the waters flow as if they lived the sun too lives in its light and when the moon wanes it is rekindled in the light of the sun, as if it lived anew. Even the stars glisten in their light as if alive.
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The soul is like a wind that waves over herbs,
Is like the dew that moistens the grass
Is like the rain-soaked air that lets things grow.
In the same way you should radiate kindness
To all who are filled with longing.
Be a wind, helping those in need.
Be a dew, consoling the abandoned.
Be the rain-soaked air, giving heart to the weary,
Filling their hunger with instruction
By giving them your soul.
...I am a feather on the breath of God
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