The other day I walked through a corn field, which is rare because I live in a big city. Still, in the outskirts there is this corn field.
The field painted that moment in bright green of the leaves nurturing with sun. Moist from the ground held the plants firmly, and at the same time, the plants told the story of millions of living beings that gave their lives in oder to keep Life going on.
Each grain of corn heralded infinite possibilities to build the present and to feed other beings, to keep on nurturing other beings.
This corn field is the highest point of the evolution of all the universes, in a moment that now is only a memory.
My silence and awe were broken with my tears. I may be the only fool that cries when passing through a corn field.
All I could whisper was: A veces es verano (sometimes it's summer).
Gassho,
Kyonin
Sat/LAH
The field painted that moment in bright green of the leaves nurturing with sun. Moist from the ground held the plants firmly, and at the same time, the plants told the story of millions of living beings that gave their lives in oder to keep Life going on.
Each grain of corn heralded infinite possibilities to build the present and to feed other beings, to keep on nurturing other beings.
This corn field is the highest point of the evolution of all the universes, in a moment that now is only a memory.
My silence and awe were broken with my tears. I may be the only fool that cries when passing through a corn field.
All I could whisper was: A veces es verano (sometimes it's summer).
Gassho,
Kyonin
Sat/LAH
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