May the nourishment of the earth be yours. May the clarity of light be yours. May the fluency of the ocean be yours. May the protection of the ancestors be yours. And so may a slow wind work These words around you As an invisible cloak to guard your life.
Consider the lilies of the field,
how they grow; they toil not,
neither do they spin...be not
therefore anxious for the
morrow for the morrow will be
anxious for itself.
