Roots

The Quiet Preparation
There is no doubt that truth finally wins.
But what about the long road she walked alone?
I asked my child, “Even if it’s hard—
Would you still choose the same?”

A child pursuing her talent—
Is a natural meditation.
In difficult times,
She will know how to meet it.
Now, it’s up to her.

The Child Reflects Us
A child is angry—it is expressed.
A child is happy—it is expressed.
A child is sad—expressed.
Simplicity: inside-out, there is no shame.
Yes, it is difficult to be simple.

What we have inside, we give to our child—
Yes, love, but also what we inherit:
Our fear, our anger, our stress.
We expect the child to be tolerant and kind.
The child is confused.

Roots and Responsibility
What one receives as a child—
After 25 years, it becomes wars in the world.
Inner suppression and its reaction.

Fear is needed to protect the child.
The seed must be shielded from the wild.
Silently it grows around the fence.
Becoming a strong tree, it naturally breaks free—
It takes its own responsibility.

My Papa
As a child, when I was unreasonable and crying,
He quietly sat beside me,
Listening patiently for hours—
It always stayed with me,
His eyes, like a deep ocean of love.

When fear troubled me at night,
I ran to him and hugged him tight.
Suddenly, I felt so brave—
Challenging the demons around.
My first taste of fearlessness,
Was in Papa’s arms.