“ I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from. ”
And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves - slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.
Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.
You do not have to leave earth's shores to put on wings; you must learn rather to be happy here and now, under all conditions