'Don't you have Faith?'
the master...the architect asked polite
as he had always been to him...
he nodded in affirmative...
'then why so afraid? stand on the edge...please do stand...'
the millionaire smiled and repeated...
and his smile was like a smile of a sage...
who had seen life always on the edge...
'a disciple must not deter from doing
what his master wants him to do...
for it is a matter of Faith...
and respect...'
he...the disciple thought
and following his master's polite but firm request
he opened his shoes...
on barefeet he felt the ledge...
concrete...
a jutting out portion
from the build
suspended as if into the air...
thirty fifth floor...
he knew he could not afford to look down
for that might cause him dizzy...
the only option was for him was
to look up to the sky of the morn...
he felt cold feet
beads of sweat on his temple...
and forehead...
'close your eyes...
and think you are on a firm land...
a plain ...
and the height is nothing...
and there is no idea of any fall...'
he heard the millionaire sage's voice...
sombre and gentle still...
so he
closed his eyes...
the dark came...
and also came the strong pleasing breeze...and the Light...
he thought he heard chirpings of birds...
cuckoos...koels...crows...pigeons...cicadas...
he thought he heard nothing at all!
he just stood...
knowing the concrete ledge narrow
had held his feet
and his feet held his body...
and the whole world held him...
he just stood...
and time was non existent...
for there was no hurry...
and
he lived perfectly on the edge...
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