When all else is lost and only our roots remain, where do we turn to? We look around for a solution, not conscious of what we observe. As far as anyone recalls, we’ve only ever reaped and sowed – in measures never equal. And yet, we let awe overtake us when our seeds bear no sustainable fruit in lands of infertility.
Existence without mindfulness is unresponsive. When purpose begins to shroud itself underneath the clouds of misjudgment, we’ll know it’s time to turn back. And so, we’ll go back to our roots. Not just because they are all we have left, but because they keep us close to what matters. Collaboration, instead of interference. Acceptance, instead of denial. Rebirth, instead of bereavement.
Wide awake, once more. Ready for a new era. There’s no weight that’ll burden us out of our compromise now. As long as our roots remain, nothing will ever be truly lost. We are letting our foundations flourish on steadier grounds this time, lest they crumble before our own insatiability. It is our responsibility, as much as it is yours.
From roots we came. To them we belong.
Roots of Foundation