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No Mind

With no mind, flowers lure the
butterfly;
With no mind, the butterfly visits
the blossoms.
Yet when flowers bloom, the butterfly
comes;
When the butterfly comes, the
flowers bloom.

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  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    October 9, 2007

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    the miracle of nature. I see him sitting quietly watching the butterfly and flowers and the wonder of the natural world carrying on without visible assistance.