Normally, I do not become
much astonished or thrilled at anything when I get up from bed, get tickled
by no extraordinary
emotional appeal. Because as soon as I rise up, I loose my dreams; even the
remotest feeling of dreams
wither away at the presance of too much
consciousness. But as soon as I
woke up the other morning,
I was startled. what an extraordinary feeling! Though I woke up, my
dreams, as it Were, were
not gone. Various birds were chittering all around, doves were cooing,
cuckoos calling from
amidst undetectably covered branches of trees. New leaves were visible suring
the winter. There was a
smell of warmth in the air. Something seemed to have touched my heart, my
dreams, my imagination. I
breathed out spontaneously:
O, what is this?
Mysterious and
uncapturable bliss
That I have known, yet
seems to be
Simple as a breath and
easy as a smile,
And older than the earth.
