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Satisfaction is experienced not from the flower, but, from the fruit. The flower is to be saved and the fruit is to be eaten. Yes! Yes!! The flower may have smell but, where is the juice in that! The fruit is full of the juice and, is fragrant with sweet smell too ...!"
The heart of the wounded thorn moved, its hardness melted by this craft of the craftsman, by his never-before-heard words. Repenting the thorn says; "The welfare seemed to me as if contained in harm and harm in welfare; I didn't grasp the root, I didn't take the crest as attractive; a great lapse has been committed by me.
Reverse steps took me far away... backwards.. The right path got left; the gandha (fragrance) I said ganda (dirty) and the moon blind;
Silent Soil :: 107
