He who observes the wind

            Will not sow

He who regards the cloud

            Will not reap

Throw the excuses away

            And be like one scattered by winds

Be led by the spirit-wind

Sowing and reaping are not 

            Determined by outward signs

What we see shall not direct

            The actions we do

The inner-man is moved

            Only spirit-eyes see

It may seem like wind

            Isn’t blowing

It may seem like rains

            Aren’t coming

But for us we will cast 

            Our bread on the waters

Cast the seed 

            Whether wind blows or not

Look for harvest

            Whether dry cloud or torrent