I spent the afternoon in my garden, bent in the dappled summer sun, plucking one by one the small weeds that crop up after the rain. It is a serene practice of the discipline, and the mind grows calm and tranquil. It was at this time that I contemplated the nature of weedingIn weeding, one removes that which is out of place, that which does not
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