Underneath the Bodhi tree, I wait. The sunlight shifts through the leaves, I wait. The wind flows effortlessly, I wait. The birds sing, I wait. The moon rises, I wait. Through their harsh and condescending words, I wait. The temptations at my feet, I wait. For when I have my answer, it will come to me as clearly as the sunrise.


~Any art is not mine unless I state otherwise~

I will answer.