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In the middle of the way the sight of the soil falls on the back of the donkey. His back is getting scratched with the rub of the rough bag,
and
pain is getting inside the soil piercing.
The thin being of the soil is shuddering fearfully every moment with pity. Love is blooming outside and inside becoming a friend; not only spatial nearness, the nearness of feeling is also necessary for this experience. Here not senseless, but an awakened process of consciousness is being found!
Here is being found the nearness of feelings completely erasing the distance of the bodies.
Silent Soil :: 35
