Son, I see how tired you become. The frustrations of daily life hurt you. I cannot free you from all of them, but I will always be here listening to you. You do not know how much I cherish your voice, your smiles, your jokes.
I see myself in you, like a child in the body of a sage—so lucid about everything, yet with the desire only to play. The eternal breath of youth, the grace of childhood that loves purely, without scars to fear.
Fragments of an awakened soul 