APPLE BLOSSOM
| "I can celebrate life. Below my window there's an apple tree in blossom. It's white. And looking at it - instead of saying, "Oh, that's a nice blossom" - now, looking at it through the window, I see the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be. The nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous. If you see the present tense - boy, do you see it. And boy, do you celebrate it." |