I must not betray my old teachers, you know. I must not water down the Dharma. I must not establish an agenda, whereby I am simply using those old teachers to forward my own views. But rather, let me try to convey those profound insights. They simply mean there's light somewhere near.
Peonies bloom on peony trees.
A cat doesn't become a chicken. Tulips are tulips, not roses. That to be me is great. I don't have to be anyone but me. I am blooming as I am in my life, just as a peony blooms on a peony tree.