Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.

Let your dreams outgrow the shoes of your expectations.

Find patience in the breath of life.

Dream giant golden Buddha-sized dreams.

Extend a hand whether or not you know it shall be grasped.

If only we were not that seedling of Creation,
Of Earth and its generations,
If only we had remained simple Clay or Ember,
Or something in between,
Then we would not have to see
This World, its Lord, and its Hell, twice over.