Verse 59

Bid on NFT

Rule the people and serve Heaven 
    yet hold nothing more dear than the Mother’s harvest 
Let every thought and every breath 
    be the fruit of your offering— 
Do it now 
Let her power run thick in your blood 
    There will be no obstacle you cannot overcome 
    No limit you cannot surpass 
    No empire you cannot rule 
Ah, but in all your glory 
    never lose sight of the Mother 
Without her 
    your empire will crumble 
    your power will waste away 
For the Mother brings the harvest 
She alone causes all things to endure 
We call this 
    “Deep roots and a solid trunk” 
    “The way of long life and lasting insight”