Wheat Let a stalk of wheat be your witness to every difficult day. Since it was a flame before it was a plant, since it was courage before it was grain, since it was determination before it was growth, and, above all, since it was prayer before it was fruition, it has nothing to point to but the sky. Remember the incredibly gentle wheat stalk which holds its countless arrows fixed to shoot from the bowstring -- you, standing in the same position where the wind holds it. ~ Ishihara Yoshiro ~ (Translated by N. Koriyama and E. Lueders, Like Underground Water )