SLEEPING-in-the-LIGHT
A warm breeze sweeps over your body. You are alone, and the years
have flown by. You have lost old friends and found new ones. Your
heart and soul — filled with memories.
In the few rar passages when you have been awake enough to experience
the moment, situations and the people involved have touched you. Far
removed from the everyday, you are carried along.
The scent of warm wood, resin or a flower may envelop you,
and in a fraction of a second you realise. Realise, what
delusion you have sacrificed yourself to. Perhaps you are
lucky — fortunate? A privileged soul? You may consciously
pass through the-moment-of-your-death...?
Warm, moist, quivering lips — a longing to be touched by them. The
days of childhood are over. Your seconds float timeless into infinity.
A scents linger in the room, and when a delicate cloud touches your
consciousness, you lose the last remnants of your imagination.
You see it now. You see why so many bury themselves in distractions.
You can slowly empty a sack of rice grains onto a pin. That single grain
which comes to rest on the pin... every human life has been chosen in
this way. Its preciousness defies description! Go now...
...go to sleep. You are sleeping-in-the-light.
