Watching these people and the way they interacted with each other, I could not help but be impressed. But there was another feeling, difficult to define. Was I possibly jealous of this Quechua family? There was no denying that I who had never known poverty or hunger felt, if not jealous, at least envy for their ability to enjoy so completely each other, their work, the meager food and homes they shared, and all that was around them. I had learned that Andean Indians often talk to nature. It is not uncommon to hear a man or woman murmur words of greeting to a bird, flower, or cloud. Such things are a part of their lives and the source of immense pleasure. Was it possible that these people knew something I did not understand? Could I learn from the Quechua what my own culture and background had failed to teach?
From the heart of me that is the Heart of God
Love streams forth to all my worlds,
And I am One.
From the Light we share within the Mind of God
Love streams forth to all our worlds,
And we are One.
From the All in all that is the Life of God
Love streams forth -- God's plan made real --
And all are one.
With God as our Beloved,
We are the Plan on earth.