PARABLES
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A student stood in the center of the Master’s courtyard, holding a handful of heavy, dry seeds. The earth around them was cracked, barren, and scorched by weeks of summer heat. “Master,” the student said, frustration in his voice, “you tell me to plant, but the soil is dead and the sky holds no clouds.…
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A student asked his Master, “The mountain stream twists and turns, rushing over rocks, never resting day or night. Where is it going in such a hurry?” The Master replied, “It seeks the lowest place, where it can finally fall and be still.” The student said, “But when it reaches the great ocean, it is…
Early Boykins III 