KML – Chapter Fifteen

A child sits under the roof of a schoolhouse, where knowledge falls like snowflakes onto open hands.

An eye suddenly awakens under the school’s roof—what was studied becomes remembered in a flash of awareness.

A tree crowned with glory sparkles like fire. In the sun’s blessing, it flourishes with life and brilliance.

A hand holds a brush beneath the sun, carefully writing sacred words across a scroll of time.

By the flowing water, people gather at a peaceful haven—a port where boats rest and journeys begin.

A herder uses a stick to guide the cows gently—breeding not just animals, but a peaceful rhythm of life.

With a tool in hand and intent in heart, the warrior advances—aggression begins with a strike.

A shell cracks under pressure—what was once armor becomes a symbol of failure in battle.

A tree becomes a sheet—each page, once part of a living forest, now holds a single story.

An old event, struck into memory, returns by happenstance—what once caused sorrow becomes history.

With hands clasped and back straight, one approaches in reverence. True awe is born not of fear, but of deep respect.

From a single open mouth comes a ripple of sound—what we say begins with breath and ends with meaning.

A voice calls out a warning, urging caution before action. To admonish is to love with urgency.

With a clever tongue and a counting tool, the plan takes form—plotting is where words meet numbers.

Through speech, the matter is clarified—like light seeping into a dark room, words elucidate the truth.

Beasts behind bars, words twisted into accusations—prison becomes the cage where truth and judgment collide.

Words are reshaped with careful precision—like a chisel against stone, to revise is to perfect.

A quiet word carried by the wind—news of a passing written with dignity and grief.

With sharp words like arrows, justice is delivered—chastising is not cruelty, but a sword of truth.

Spoken words passed from teacher to pupil—a breath becomes instruction, shaping the mind like clay.