It is 10 PM. Night comes with pure Light. The light of the day is tainted with sound, sin and dust. That’s why the vision is blurred when you are awake under the sun. I want to see through the night with the light that penetrates the labyrinth. Sitting relaxed, IT breaks in. Like a whirlwind of golden halo surrounded by a blue ring. I tell my Self: ‘Do not sleep.’ Let the Eye be opened. Let the Light shower upon. I do not want to inhale the dust. I do not want to exhale sin.
One day a mosquito told me: ‘Why don’t you sleep so that you may not see me committing a grave sin of puncturing your veins.’ Tonight it mumbled again in my ears: ‘What difference does it make? I don’t taste blood in your vein.’
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