there must be demolition of the old mind pattern
and breaking of structures into small pieces.
This was last night . It seemed like a dream. To be exact,
It was between dream and wakefulness
The wind was roaring.
I was a lamp in my friend's hand
who was walking in the woods.
I wanted him to remove the glass around me. I almost begged him;
"Please break this enclosure around me!"
He said "You need protection. The wind is still strong
and it can blow you out and that will bring your end.
I don't need any protection. The wind is my breath. I said at the very top of my lungs
He almost lost patience with me and broke the glass with a stick he was holding with another hand.
The sound was enormous beyond all ears could bear
It was as if the entire world has fallen apart,
as if a collective human suffering has melted into
a fluid lava of volcanic eruption.
I watched the lamp
expanding and expanding and expanding
until it grew into what it seemed like a bright orange full sun.
I opened my eyes and suddenly it was daybreak and
the sun was glowing in my eyes.
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