"Why do you sit in silence?" Zun’s voice rang out, a harmony of high and low tones that resonated in every heart.
Zun stood in the center, and as they did, their form began to ripple. To the men, Zun appeared as a great bearded warrior, with shoulders like mountain ridges. To the women, Zun appeared as a radiant mother, with eyes that held the softness of the dawn. she male gods
In the time before the stars were fixed in their places, there was , the Weaver of the Middle Way. Zun was neither Father nor Mother, but both—a deity whose form shifted like the surface of a deep, moonlit lake. "Why do you sit in silence
"We have nothing to say to those who are not like us," a village elder replied from the sun. To the women, Zun appeared as a radiant
One morning, Zun walked through a village where the people were divided by rigid walls. The men sat on the sun-scorched side of the square, and the women sat in the shadows, their voices never crossing the threshold between them.