Child of Earth

I am a child of earth
My path is no highway
My rise needs no elevator

The sun is in my heart

High time

Now it´s time, high time
To step out of obsessive thinking
To come to my senses
And arrive at the ground at my feet.

Daily

An old Hasidic rabbi asked his pupils how they could tell when the night had ended and the day had begun, for that is the time for certain holy prayers.
“Is it,” proposed one student, “when you can see an animal in the distance and tell whether it is a sheep or a dog?” “No,” answered the rabbi.
“Is it when you can clearly see the lines of your own palm?” “Is it when you can look at a tree in the distance and tell if it is a fig or a pear tree?” “No,” answered the rabbi each time.
“Then what is it?” the pupils demanded.
“It is when you can look on the face of any man or woman and see that they are your sister or brother. Until then it is still night.”