In this fragrant atmosphere, under the brilliance of the night, everything feels so fresh, so radiant, so illuminated. The air, filled with a gentle breeze, touches me, tickles me, and fills me with a sense of love. My soul is bathed in light, my eyes shine with the purity of this moment. I am a mirror to meditation, reflecting the peace that surrounds me.
Liberty swells within me, ecstasy lifts me up like a mythical levitation, and I feel the beauty of life pulsating through my very being. This enchanting breeze, this reason to live, carries me to nirvana—a place where my haunted soul finds peace, an ethereal world of dreams and quiet solace. I recite a scripture that has never been written, yet its words fill my mind with clarity. Nebulous images float before me, weaving the tapestry of my imagination, and in this moment, all the happiness of the world comes to me, wrapping me in its embrace.
I am as happy as the morning glory, opening its petals to greet the dawn, or the birds singing as the first light breaks. I am as serene as the earth after a gentle drizzle, kissed by the rain and renewed. And above me, a black sheet of sky stretches, dotted with a brilliant ball of light—bliss incarnate. All the bliss of the universe comes to me now, filling me, healing me, holding me.