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Then Kobori spoke of the being of the 
plum blossom in its vase, of the tea kettle, 
of the tea bowls, of the fire, of the big 
pottery piece, of ourselves.
I was suddenly aware of these things 
as being, & of myself as the same.  
Kobori said, the plum blossom [[underscore]] is [[/underscore]] a 
flower, but inside it, it does not know 
that it is a flower.  It simply [[underscore]] is [[/underscore]].
The same with us. When we are drawing 
a line, it is a part of our being. Only 
after it is done, can someone look at 
it & say, It is a line.
                      L T