Let the Truth blossom!

I saw a beautiful flower in an unclaimed land.

‘How beautiful she is!’, I thought and I wanted her for myself.

I brought her to my house and kept her in an ornate casket.

She withered and went dry, the Goddess of Beauty abandoned her heart.

 

I saw a beautiful flower in an unclaimed land.

‘How beautiful she is!’, I thought and I wanted her for myself.

I brought her to my house, roots, leaves and all, and kept her in a room.

There was only one window for me to look and admire.

Alas! Again, she withered away.

 

I saw a beautiful flower in an unclaimed land.

‘How beautiful she is!’, I thought and I wanted her for myself.

Then I left her to the dirt of the land, the heat of the sun and the fickleness of the wind.

Behold! She has blossomed a hundred times more and is more beautiful than ever!

 

Your Truth is not fragile, friend. She is strong and beautiful.

She does not want to be guarded piously.

She is the daughter of an unclaimed land.

Let her be free and let her by her blossom set us free too.

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