according to Buddha
What happens to the drop of wine? That you pour into the sea?
Does it remain itself, unchanged? It is as if it never existed.
So it is with the soul: Love drinks it in, It is united with Truth, Its old nature fades away, It is no longer master of itself.
strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring
my summer wine is made from all these things…
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