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So much sin is stored in you that for ages
it cannot get burnt by burning, cannot get washed by washing. In the days of universal annihilation
not only water,
fire also rained
many times on you!
Still,
some difference should have occurred in your darkness?
And listen!
The wood of acacia tree may look from outside like the last night of the dark fortnight of sravana month surrounded with black clouds, passes through the fire test and not again and again, but in one time only
makes her life divested of all sins.
That is why...
becoming silver-like white ashes
shines."
At this
intervening the clay pitcher says:
"Even after the fire test
of all the coals
the acacia's are black too, why so? Tell!"
376 Silent Soil
