Chapter 290: 381 pieces, this is fine, this should be fine

381 pieces, this is fine, this should be fine...

381 pieces\this is fine, this should be fine……

――――Walking with Love 24

The night is still, in this still night my mind is in turmoil. Before my brow, then in my heart. Facing this still night, I don't know what to say to the world; yet I want to say something to the world!

Want to speak then stop, not speaking then not stop. A look of searching here and there, topsy‑turvy…………

Outside the window, the cuckoo keeps calling day and night. Is it shouting? Calling? Or reminding?

It shouts: "The sun and moon suddenly do not cover, spring and autumn take turns. Only the plants wither, fearing the beauty's late years…"

Time keeps changing; after several wind and rain, spring and autumn shuttle back and forth; just now it was spring, in a blink it's summer; just now there was no distant grass color, now the treetops already have shade from fallen flowers……….

This, truly the departed are like this………………

It calls: "Before the passing years, I should do something? Just shouting all day won't do; living like this, how boring!"

Moreover, shouting all day makes the world chaotic. People's hearts shout anxiously, true and false indistinguishable—why is this? For food in the mouth? If it's for that bit of food, as long as you wholeheartedly do something beneficial for others, food will surely be there.

Are you going to tell people: I have come into this world, named the cuckoo. It's a bird good at calling, a bird that can sing; just because my talent is poor, I practice day and night—"If one can know one thing, they know a hundred; if one can know ten, they know a thousand. If one can master this way, even the foolish become clear, even the weak become strong…"

Little bird, you will always be a little bird, no matter how you call, how you shout, how you summon!

"No! No! No! Birds and humans are alike; our ways of living are diverse. You humans have scallion sellers, candy vendors; farmers, laborers; storytellers, interior decorators… The bird world is the same: there are those who forever keep silent, those who shout nonstop wandering everywhere, and those who, because of their beautiful feathers, show off their flirtatiousness before people…"

My thoughts are already chaotic, made more chaotic by the bird's call—the gentle are mute, the strong like this calling bird; ……is……fox……study……is……evil……poet is father of language, mother of language; creation is pioneers, cultivators, soul renewers; imitation is thieves, plagiarists, soul conservatives……………

Lord, what am I? A delicate one? A weak one? A lonely seeker? A candle‑lit night reader? ……

"You are the vessel I have chosen; I will make you 'in all things humble, gentle, patient, temperate, peaceful; with love tolerate one another, with love stay connected…'"

"Do not chase vanity; only keep humility: 'Each sees those stronger than themselves. Each should not only look after their own affairs but also others' affairs'"

"I will fill your heart with love, loving others more than yourself…"

"Because 'God is love'…"

"My Lord, if it is truly so: this is fine………… this should be fine…………"

(Heart tied to disaster area, emotion tied to disaster area, I use a sincere heart to pray to God: may peace, courage, faith, strength accompany the disaster‑area people! May they be together!)