The verse

At dawn the mist first wets a thousand fields,spending itself unasked on others' ground.Such breath, long gathered, one day climbs to cloud—ask not the hour the rain comes circling round.

Reading

This lot bids you give before you hope. Like mist that wets the field, ask no return; breath long offered may one day gather into cloud. Yet heaven's timing none can know—tend only what you give, not what may come.

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 ]