The verse

Fresh bamboo in the wind, each leaf rinsed clear,hollow of heart, yet jointed, it leans to meet its kin.Let no letter lie sealed till the dust grows old—break a stalk with your own hand, and send the kindly word.

Reading

Be hollow-hearted as bamboo: answer in your own hand whoever comes asking, let no message gather dust. Sincerity exchanged keeps its own quiet integrity. This divines no fortune—only the truth of how you meet others.

The temple keeper adds

A kind sign. The god nodded — small, but real.

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