Once the storm is over, there will be fallen trees
among the dense leaves. There will be silence.
There will be struggle. There will be urgency.
Once the storm is over, struggle, urgency, silence
all will become one.
Storm is not for one. Struggle is not for one.
One is not alone.
Alone is an illusion.
Hope is for all.
Hope fills emptiness.
The storm is almost over.
New beginning is knocking on the door.
Shubho Nobo Borsho.