The Hidden Covenant
The Master led his disciples into a sunlit garden where a fig tree stretched its ancient arms toward heaven. He placed paper and brush before them and said, "Draw for me this tree, and in your drawings, let me see the measure of your seeing."
The first disciple drew quickly — a trunk, branches, leaves, and round fruits. A childlike sketch, simple yet recognizable.
The Master smiled, "Here is the vision of the many — life seen in outlines, the surface of things, sufficient for those content with form."
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