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Only a thin cotton sheet
on the body is enough for him, and the thought of the winter is over.
Still, by way of worldly convention the soil says something to the craftsman
from the compound outside
"The body is body,
a shadow, a delusion of the
inanimate,
seems like a spouse...
So...
at least take one blanket
over the body,
that... more..."
The soil becomes silent
at once... then..
listens to something from the craftsman.
"Those who are blank of strength
are persons with blankets
and, are slave to lust.
We are strong
are slave of Ram
and, sleep beside Ram. The help of blanket
is not necessary for us, we honour
the cheap cotton sheet only!
92: Silent Soil
