“I offer every fruit and flower
And every kind of healing medicine
And all the precious things the world affords…

All the sweet and lonely forest groves…
Lakes and meres adorned with lotuses,
All plaintive with the sweet-voiced cries of water-birds
And lovely to the eyes, and all things wild and free
Stretching to the boundless limits of the sky;

I hold them all before my mind…
For I am empty handed…”

    Shantideva, Offering of Material Things Not Owned by Anyone