First one thinks, "What
about me?" That is
a crude part of
the human plant. Then a kind
guru
comes along and
begins
to patiently snip away
those crude branches--until
out of that
snipping the
insight
emerges, "There is
no me."
What relief! What relief!
But then there is
the plant
in a garden filled
with plants--but then
there is
the ground, the Sun.
Friday, December 19, 2008
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