SundayJun 21, 2026
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In last night's storm the beautiful blossoms all fell off. Ah! What a shame. When it rains for two or three days, again the weeds have grown up. Oh, well.
Even though flowers fall, don't regret it. Even though weeds grow, don't hate them. Don't arouse the passions of attraction and repulsion, hating and loving. If only we don't arouse the passions, the falling of flowers and the growing of weeds as they are is manifest absolute reality.
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