The text is from a poem by the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

All credits to Anna Aspnes - papers, transfers and elements are from her Viaggio & Scholarly kits