This drink of sadness, the exhaustion, the solitude, and the feel of unworthy about everything around is dipping him into a deep trance, in the deep intoxication. The dogmas he carried, the knowledge from the learnings from the texts, the literature, the feel that he is wise and the discipline to be disciplined all seemed delusional. It was all mirage that the cognisance he gathered had given him. There is no mirage and there is no reality or delusion, it is all the reflection of the consciousness. He knows but the drunkenness that the exhaustion gave urged him to cross the border and throw all the illusion of heavy dogmas he carried into the deep sea and fish a whale, kill the fish and eat.
He was that water in the pond
that never climbed the lotus petals but now the pond was filled with the wine and the
water went high and intoxicated. The water
wants to climb the stem of the sun lit lotus and sneak upon the curve of the
lotus to climb the soft petals and explore the bloomed old flower. The water wants to reach the edge of the
curved petals and stand there to see the Sun and laugh at it. And with no harm, with no hurry, and taking
all time in this world to claim down the ups and down of the inside, of the
petals, challenging the sun to evaporate the water before it reach the pores. He then wanted to stay there surfing around
inside the core of the flower waiting for the sun to go down and the petals to
close, one after the other, slowly as the night darkness the world and it becomes
the night inside the flower. No light,
no air, only water underneath and the water itself inside the heart and soul of
the flower. He then wishes to get absorbed by the flower itself and become one
with it and run inside its every biological nerve and become unplugged from
the lotus. The next day when the sun
wakes the flower up, he wishes to smile at the sun to find him and scorch him
if he can.
The Sun know that before or after
he is never different from the water and the lotus. He is the lotus, he is the water, he is the
wine and also, he is the Sun. This
reality is a delusion of the imagination, nothing is true and everything is true
at the same time. This universe is a
dream that dreams about the universe.
He is truly drunk!
He drank the drunkenness and the trance had engulfed him into the uncertain reality and revealed the reality of the uncertainty! Does he know that there is no uncertainty and there is only one truth that he is an imagination of the dreaming universe.
And This universe is a dream that dreams about the universe.
[SK]

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