tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948441046758510841.post8114230389992399563..comments2024-03-26T16:35:12.143-04:00Comments on By the Sycamore Tree: One Trillion Odorsthesycamoretreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15182019323050600440noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948441046758510841.post-1584062574332249442014-03-25T10:58:46.791-04:002014-03-25T10:58:46.791-04:00"the sound of budding blossoms" - now th..."the sound of budding blossoms" - now that sounds like a Zen koan! :Dthesycamoretreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15182019323050600440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948441046758510841.post-50165644788705697202014-03-25T10:51:49.284-04:002014-03-25T10:51:49.284-04:00I have to admit I've never ever seen or tasted...I have to admit I've never ever seen or tasted a Quince fruit I can understand what you mean though. Most of the time it is not the loudest, most impertinent monkey which is right. That is often the ego yelling. Perhaps our higher self has the sound of budding blossemsEllenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02617686222764658629noreply@blogger.com