' The Glory of open space. The profundity of diversity. And so, The more we divide and conquer the natural world, our very souls, the more our minds are so divided, so conquered.
The Winds carry our words through Her womb shifting, transforming, recreating and communicating. and through the trees all that is green, all that is the rainbow, are sung the truths of Gaia's infinite poetry. Let the wind be our medium.
Let us speak again to one another Let us dance and move through each other with true uniqueness, with authenticity. That is our unifying source; our strength, and our fragility.
And let the powers that be, become our empowerment Defying the mechanisms of control which seek to homogenize the mind, the spirit is yet untouched, ever eternal. Let us live humbly but communicate with graceful resilience and determination.
The Mother is ever-birthing the secrets of our salvation and creation, our Buddha nature.'
- by a berkeley student supporter