On the tips of ten thousand grasses,
each and every dewdrop contains the light of the moon.
Since the beginning of time,
not a single droplet has been forgotten.
Although this is so,
some may realize it, and some may not.
A Verse I write, yet never the owner of:
Planted in a garden with care,
Unaware of its future estate.
While wheat is only a weed while it grows,
it contains more than the stalk and chaff below.
From one grain of wheat,
an entire field yields;
From the grain the bread;
From the bread a family eats;
From the family a new soul enters the stream,
unaware of Spring's dew and rain within.
Although the dew drop first fell on the field,
it now becomes a soul entering the ocean above.
From start to finish,
YOU and THIS as ONE.