There blue

Beautiful was the world, colorful was the world, strange and mysterious was the world!

Here was blue, here was yellow, here was green, the sky and the river flowed, the forest and the mountains were rigid, all of it was beautiful, all of it was mysterious and magical, and in its midst was he, Siddhartha, the awakening one, on the path to himself.

All of this, all this yellow and blue, river and forest, entered Siddhartha for the first time through the eyes –

– was no longer a spell of Death

– was no longer the veil of money and riches

– and honor and respect and pain

– no longer a pointless

– coincidental

diversity of mere appearances, despicable to the deeply thinking Brahman, who scorns diversity, who seeks unity –

Blue was blue, river was river, and if also in the blue and the river, in Siddhartha, the singular and divine lived hidden, so it was still that very divinity’s way and purpose, to be here yellow

– here blue

– there sky

– there forest, and here Siddhartha.

– Siddhartha: Herman Hesse –

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