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„God, Give me the night of your blind man`s eyes!“

It is better to share the punishment of Sisyphus than to

experience the agony of awakening when travailing

throught a maze of experiences upon the mountain of

sacrifice to purify one`s insight. The mount of

configurations of salvific toil that is bound to collapse soon.

A torturous yoke around the neck of a being – ignorance,

lust, passion and fear – courses down and ascends like the

living fire. Threshold by threshold, death follows

another death and then it is free to descend into a

mystery deeper than depth itself. The silence begins to

tremble…

In depths of shadow and light, in echoes of life`s enigma,

within the walls of space and mechanism of tme, upon the

inverted bottom of heaving silence; here I know, assume

and sense nothing and in this motionless vision, in ecstasy,

I fall deeper and deeper, penetrating the inner void, into

the depths of absence, within the network of thoughts.

Upwards and donwards through the blackness of mind.

The sulphurous spark in souls of the high burns mightly

with the urge to destroy the gates closed shut since the

beginning of time; the innards of the prime mover and the

mesh of causual reality. Impelled by the inner inferno, I am

not wanted here.

And from the bottom I dissapear in the fullness of state

where there are no dreams, guilt, punishment or uproar.

The living torch carried into another dimesion where I

witness the first counterparts and the rebirth of stars.

By invoking the darkness, the light is evoked. Into the

profound tranquility of the mysterious mother`s

embrace we tread