You are made of the stuff of the stars, my dear;
Of the stuff of eternity.
You are born of the ages of love and fear,
Of courage, insanity, smile and tear,
Out of eons unending, and now you appear
In the when and the where that you be.

You are part of the earth, of the sea, the sky;
You are one with both sand and star;
Your breath is the soaring of birds that fly,
Your joy and your pain are the atom’s cry;
You turn, and the planets and moons go by,
Times pass and they pause as you are.

Midst the empires that rise and the epochs that roll,
The cultures that crash and recede,
May you find, in deep ways that you cannot control
That the song of the universe sings in your soul;
May you find yourself broken, imperfect and whole,
May you find that you are all you need.