What does the breeze of this autumn night think?
Where does she pause, when does she move?
As she touches the bark of the ancient pine, what does she carry, what does she leave behind?
The mysteries of her are many.
One is here.
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In the anxiety of living, what we look for matters.
Seed of peace is mysterious.
Seed of peace is in chaos or not, in wars or not, we do not know yet.
The Sadhus will tell you that they have an answer.
But I urge you to find yourself.
Sink in the grass of life and find yourself.
Moonwater 