The verse

The autumn goose flies south to scout the way,Reed in its bill, it leaves a gift on the shore;Grudge not the empty wing that travels far—When word has crossed the sky, a voice is born.

Reading

This slip bids you carry the reed first and leave your shadow on the far shore: give before you ask. Fly the empty wing without regret—a fair, gentle omen. It promises no harvest, only the giving.

The temple keeper adds

The middle path. No drama from the god today — only a road you can still walk.

[ Draw another at the temple ][ Keep a traffic omamori ]