I am sure the Buddha knows that every state is the special state. Bliss, misery, eating a pineapple with the juice dripping down your shirt, in love, afraid, angry, happy, sad.
Autumn is coming and the flowers are gone from the balcony. The buddha sits in it’s own corner and will sit there until the new flowers come in spring. And after that and after that and after that.
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