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| The Allegory of Indra's Net There is an endless net of threads throughout the Universe. The horizontal threads are in space, and the vertical threads are in time. At every crossing of threads is an individual, and every individual is a crystal bead. The great Light of the Universe illuminates and penetrates every crystal bead. Every crystal bead reflects every other crystal in the net, and every reflection of every reflection throughout the Universe. We learn that we live in all other beings, all other things, and that they live in us. |
| The World's Need So many Gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs. I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak; Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear; The cry of the wordless weak. From street and from cage and from kennel, From jungle and stall, the wail Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin Of the mighty against the frail. For Love is the true religion, And Love is the law sublime, And all that is wrought where Love is not Will die at the touch of time. Oh, shame on the mothers of mortals Who have not stopped to teach Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes The sorrow that has no speech. The same Power formed the sparrow That fashioned man - the King, The God of the whole gave a living Soul To furred and to feathered thing. And I am my brother's keeper, And I will fight his fight, And speak the word for beast and bird, Till the world shall set things right. ~Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
| Waiting Serene, I fold my hands and wait. Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate. For, Lo! mine own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays. For what evails this eager pace? I stand amide the eternal ways, and what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night by day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of Destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall weep where it has sown. And gather up its fruit of tears. The waters know their own and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights; So flows with good equal law Unto the soul of pure delights. The stars come nightly to the Sky; the tidal waves come to the sea, Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, can keep my own away from me. ~John Burroughs |
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