The mind was somehow wide awake sitting erect under my tree when suddenly I saw flowers, pink worlds of walls of them, salmon pink, in the Shh of silent woods and I saw an ancient vision of Dipankara Buddha who was the Buddha who never said anything, Dipankara as a vast snowy Pyramid Buddha with bushy wild black eyebrows and a terrible stare, the whole vision making my hair rise. I remember the strange magic final cry that it evoked in me, whatever it means: Colyalcolor.
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