Let me continue being alive, being given, giving. Let me not forget about the horror of pain and unhappiness while I am filled with the door of the blossoming earth – Let me be kind. Let me use my days fully. Let me know the ground and the heavens and be a walking tree. Let me spill my love into the atoms around me so they will grow in the eternal rhythm of light. Let me be stilled to feed me to the starving and not forget. And let me remember the evil of starvation within myself.