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It's 3:23 in the morning and I'm awake because my great, great grandchildren won't let me sleep. My great, great grandchildren ask me in the dreams, "What did you do while the planet was plundered? What did you do when the Earth was unraveling? Surely you did something when the seasons started failing, as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying. Did you fill the streets with protests when democracy was stolen? What did you do once you knew?"

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy... that is translated through you into action. And because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

It happens all the time in heaven,
And some day it will begin to happen again on Earth;
That men and women who are married,
And men and men who are lovers,
And women and women who give each other light,
Often get down on their knees
And while so tenderly holding their lovers hand,
With tears in their eyes
Will sincerely speak, saying,
"My dear, how can I be more loving to you; how can I be more kind?"

If something is important enough, even if the odds are against you, you should still do it.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

As long as followers of the Way gather together and meet in harmony can they be expected to prosper and not decline.

As long as followers of the Way care for the vulnerable among them can they be expected to prosper and not decline.

As long as followers of the Way tend the sacred places in their environment can they be expected to prosper and not decline.

For as long as space endures, and/or as long as living beings remain, until then, may I too fight to dispel misery of the world.

In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,

I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.

In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,

I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.

Do things on your own terms. Do things in your own time. Do things for yourselves. And give everything away.

May all beings be at ease.

Whatever living beings there may be;

Whether they are weak or strong, omitting none,

The great or the mighty, medium, short or small,

The seen and the unseen,

Those living near and far away,

Those born and to-be-born —

May all beings be at ease!