No. 70

春田一翁立 / 撒种不计声 / 君行若如此 / 秋日自相迎

What it mirrors · Sow it and leave it alone. What you're doing now has a slow return. Come autumn, it will come looking for you. For now, the only job is to keep scattering seed, not to count each one. What this slip mirrors is that old farmer standing in the spring field, throwing seeds without keeping score.

A mirror, not a prophecy. It reflects you as you are right now. How you walk is still yours to choose.