Verse 59

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”