Soft is earth that receives us
the rain, the root, the fallen seed.
A thousand seasons enter it;
one tree rises, many valleys
Yielding, it conquers stone.
Empty, it gathers worlds.
The Sun watches it all silently
The fruit belongs not to the flower,
but to the silence that bore it.
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 6:24 AM UTC
Soft is earth that receives us
the rain, the root, the fallen seed.
A thousand seasons enter it;
one tree rises, many valleys
Yielding, it conquers stone.
Empty, it gathers worlds.
The Sun watches it all silently
The fruit belongs not to the flower,
but to the silence that bore it.
31 May 2026
