Let new words leap out of our mouths.
Let our hands be astonished at what we have made, and glad.
Let us follow ourselves into a present not ruled by the past.
If we jump up now, our far will be near.
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Life always begins again. The Angel of Earth embraces the seed And gives unto it Life. The kiss of the Angel of Water Awakens the seed. The warmth of the Angel of Sun Makes the seed grow. The little plant bends in the breeze– The Angel of Air makes it grow strong. The little plant is holy. It bathes in the Lifestream Of Eternal Order.
~ from Thanksgiving Psalms of the Dead Sea Scrolls