The willow asks of the reed,
“How do you bend so low?
I envy you your humility.”
The reed answers,
“I bend so oft, day in, day out,
bobbing on currents of wind–
It feels that the wind and I are one,
and I am no longer a reed,
but a shaft of wind dancing in the sun.
What is humility, then,
but being at one with the wind?
I know no other way.”
To know no other way than the way of humility;
a lesson learned well and often.
Language fails thee, my little one,
because language cannot enter the inner sanctum:
the realm of peace such as this brooks no words.
Heed the inner prompting to silence,
for in silence true harmony is heard.
The inner ear awakes and turns towards
the inner triumphal chorus of love
resounding in the heart.
The beating of rapturous rhythms,
ecstatic beating of the heart–
Union of heart with soul evokes a dancing,
a swirling masterpiece of love.
