Where the Mind is Without Fear by Rabindanath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

"A River Runs Through It"--Epilogue: "I am Haunted by Waters"

A wonderful movie, and an exquisite novella by Norman McClaren (that's him fishing) who, after retiring from a career of teaching others creative writing, decided to take a crack at it himself.

"Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go out and do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."
(Howard Thurman)

INSTRUCTIONS by Sheri Hostetler, from the anthology A Cappella: Mennonite Voices in Poetry

Give up the world; give up self; finally, give up God.
Find god in rhododendrons and rocks,
passers-by, your cat.
Pare your beliefs, your absolutes.
Make it simple; make it clean.
No carry-on luggage allowed.

Examine all you have
with a loving and critical eye, then
throw away some more.
Repeat. Repeat.
Keep this and only this:
what your heart beats loudly for
what feels heavy and full in your gut.

There will only be one or two
things you will keep,
and they will fit lightly
in your pocket.