| p65 | Being a fool is hard until it is no longer. When the fool finds enough acceptance she is no longer a fool, but to which life has she been accepted as mother and as queen? The life of split attention or the life of devotion? The flower is the flower today that it was yesterday and a thousand years ago. It does not cry out and say, To be a flower today is different! I can no longer stand here attached to my roots! Blooming for the sake of beauty! The mother of the new babe, the new life, also does not cry out and say, It is different today! I cannot tend to just this babe! |