Hidden in an empty field
an invitation to silence
Hidden in an empty field — ten thousand unborn flowers.
Even when all around you looks like desolation, don’t be fooled.
Don’t be fooled by appearances — even out of desolation, new seeds are growing, new shoots are forming.
Hidden in an empty field, ten thousand unborn flowers, waiting to shine their light out across the darkness.
Be that seed, be that light, guard it both gently and fiercely, that it may be shielded from the winds of desolation, always.
Within a small seed, ten thousand forests are contained.
From a small flame, ten thousand torches can be lit.
Take care of your corner of the world, and leave the rest to the One.
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Words: Andō.
Image: Kompose Audio.
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