I have no time for the counsels of meaninglessness.
I have no time for the counsels of despair.
Though sentient beings are numberless
we vow that we will save them all.
Though I have not infinity
I am here.
I do not own eternity
but I have now.
I have these hands and all that is within their reach,
it is work enough.
To awaken the sleepers.
To show them—between the highway and the rail lines—
a pond, a puddle, muddy, oily,
edged with tar-streaked gravel. And on this filthy water
improbable and brilliant, a flock of migrating swans.
One radiant feather outweighs eternity.
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