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Humility
And
I did not hear the breeze, however much I listened, and my teacher told
me to be humble, to listen to the promptings of my soul. He told me
I must clear my life, I must renounce the preoccupations of the modern
world and seek an older truth. I was forced to retreat.
I
was to present myself before the Ultimate Being as a supplicant, willing,
open, accepting.
I
worked in a monastery garden for several months, eating with the monks
and speaking only in connection with work and simple needs. I tended cabbages
and turnips, fed marrows and leeks, and plucked the leaves of herbs with
subtle and delicate flavours.
I
felt the breeze on my back, and in my hair as I worked with my hoe or
my spade, but it did not speak to me.
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