I often walked through the green valleys where the wheat bowed low to the wind, watching the birds drink without spilling a drop. There is a hunger in men that drives them to take rather than to share, forgetting that life flows only when it moves freely. I saw a neighbor hoard his grain while others starved, believing his store was his own making, yet the earth gave both seed…
“Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.”