I left ready to face what I was looking for. Dressed with the terracotta clothes and wearing the sandals, I began to walk, the air was fresh and the sun was shining bright. I walked for a long time and, suddenly, I was in front of a valley of flowers, all of them very pretty, they were singing, but I could not understand the lyrics of the song. The melody was soft and the flowers were all of the same color, I approached one of them and interrupted by calling her little flower. I did not know at that moment whether each of them was different. The flower on being interrupted, turned back and told me:
"We know who you are and we also know why you are here."
The field stayed silent, they suddenly stopped singing.
"I am sorry, I did not mean to bother you, I've been walking for a long time and I just met you, you sing very well," I answered.
"No problem, don't worry," said the pretty flower, "What do you carry in that yak furred-bag?"
"It is a present from a woman I met in a cave; she gave it away to me and told me that I could use the contents if I needed them."
"What do you have in there?" asked the flower.
"It's a little blue colored stone that has the form of a little sea horse, an unusual shaped-cup and a yellow scroll."
"What are you going to do with them?" asked the pretty and innocent flower.
"I don't know yet, the time will come and I'll know what to do with them."
The landscape was really beautiful and the sun was shining intensely. I did not realize, in fact, that the temperature was quite different, there were no traces of snow, it was not cold and the wind was warm, almost perfect.
"What way are you going to take?" asked the flower.
"I don't know, I don't know where to go, I am exhausted."
On saying this, all of the flowers burst out laughing. I did not understand why.
"Are you making fun of me?" I asked.
"No! But it is fun, you refer to yourself as if you were a woman."
"I am a woman."
The flowers looked at each other in silence and rather shocked —something was changing. I asked them if I could stay to rest for a little bit, my legs were very weary and I was dead tired.
The flowers again began to sing and it was as if they were lulling me to sleep, as if I were a baby.
While they were singing, I lay down over the grass; I was looking at them while listening to their song until I fell asleep. The following morning, the light of the sun and the wind that was hitting my body made me wake up; I got up willing to go on my way. I stretched all my body; I passed my hands over my face as if washing it and shook my head. I took my yak furred-little bag that was given away to me by the wise old woman and put it on my shoulder. The flowers were still asleep, I approached them, and kissed some. I was ready again to retake my way. I observed my surroundings, I heard the voice of the flower I had been talking with the day before.
"Wait! Where are you going so fast?"
"I need to go on," I answered.
"Don't leave, stay here," insisted the flower.
I embraced her and said I knew we were going to meet again and I was very grateful with all of them as they have allowed me to spend the night on their land to take a good rest. The flower looked at me sadly, I caressed her again softly.
"Always take the way northwards," she told me.
I stood up taking inhaling perfume in my soul. I walked and listened as all of them together were saying 'see you soon, bye.' I walked away as soon as possible waving my hands. I walked until I reached a stream, I drank a bit of water, I heard the wind, and I saw some bushes, all separated one from another. While wandering around, I found a cozy place; it was a big tree giving a big shadow. Sheltered under its protection, I felt as if something was flying over, surely it was a bird, it was an owl, he seemed very agitated, I knew they were synonymous with wisdom, his feathers were bright as gold. I kept looking at him, how beautiful he is! I told myself. It approached and said,
"Where are you coming from?"
"I come a long way," I answered.
He was approaching more and more, he knew perfectly well where I was coming from and what for.
"And you, who are you?"
"I am called Mr. Owl and I am here, to tell you the truth, I was waiting for you, I know perfectly well who you are and why you are here."
"May I ask you something?"
Mr. Owl was listening attentively.
Sure, ask what you want and if I have the answer, I'll tell you," he answered.
"Do you know the valley of flowers?"
"Of course, they are friends of all beings here and they are fantastic with those who they really like, “sighed the owl, "though they look fragile and lovely, they can be deadly, but you were lucky. There had been some very bad people that made them angry and they took offensive to it. They like you and there are a lot of beings waiting for you because our help is vital for you. What do you have there in that yak-furred bag?"