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the true taste of all the three gets plundered!
The thin nose of the pitcher made senseless by the suffocating smoke, now in the absence of suffocation gets quickened to smell the pure fragrance of the fire as if supporting the declaration of the tongue.
The eyes of the pitcher which got shut and somewhat blinded due to the smoke have opened now; with the adoration of the brightness of the pure fire, with the removal/ scattering of the darkness, have blossomed like lotuses at the rise of the red sun, the brother of lotuses.
The pitcher's first sight - falls on the pure smokeless fire. He sees nothing else. His vision runs in all directions but sees only the fire... the fire... the fire...!
All the sticks of varied typeswhere are they now as before?
282 :: Silent Soil
