Do not try to make the road shorter, but travel it in such a way that every action leaves the land more fertile and the landscape more beautiful.
Do not try to be the Master of Time. If you pick the fruit you planted too early, it will be green and give pleasure to no one. If, out of fear or insecurity, you decide to put off the moment of making the Offering, the fruit will have rotted. Therefore, respect the time between sowing and harvesting. And then await the miracle of the transformation. Until the wheat is in the oven, it cannot be called bread. Until the words are spoken, they cannot be called a poem. Until the threads are woven together by the hands of the person working them, they cannot be called cloth.