Mumo: Sengen

In the garden of Mu, nothing blossoms—yet everything is seeded. We walk without footprints. We witness without judgment. What is unseen is not unreal. What is unnamed is not unloved.

Let go of the need to name every shadow. Let silence be not an absence, but a presence too vast for language. Mumo Sengen

We who speak from the hollow between words declare this: In the garden of Mu, nothing blossoms—yet everything