Entreat the One, the Tao, the River, All That Is that flows through every cell in every entity in every dimension and universe that I be true to what I am.

I struggle for the illusion of being a jewel among my fellows.  The Tao tells me–whispers in my deaf dumb stubborn ears–to be shaped by the waterfall of goodness, polished by the River of Her Love,

as rugged and common as a stone.