I love walking in early morning dappled sunlight. The light filtering through the canopies of golden green is shiny with misty dew. The sun, when you look into it, peering through the leaves, percolates into my bloodstream, invigorating me with its golden glow. The tarmac, strewn with golden sundrops of petals, hard beneath your heels, disappears in a blind curve ahead, which is filled with mystery, though familiar in my memory. I have traversed by this path many times in past dreams. The sensation is like a leaf floating on still water; there is empty air above, cool empty depths below; your existence needs no endeavour, nor is there need for any achievement, for, no matter how hard one may strive, you just have emptiness above, emptiness below. You find your fulfilment in merely floating. And absorbing the light.
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