The twentyninth morning.
The forest was so quiet that even the sound of falling leaves could be heard.

The young man sat beneath a large tree in front of the hermitage, back straight, eyes closed.
His breath was steady—light as mist dissolving over a lake.

But this morning, something felt different.

In that stillness, he sensed that his mind was no longer confined within the body.

It felt wider—so wide it seemed to merge with the vast space around him.

The teacher approached, stood behind him for a long moment, then asked:

“What are you experiencing this morning?”

The young man opened his eyes, his voice soft but clear:

“Yesterday I saw the universe within consciousness.

But this morning… I see the opposite: consciousness within the universe.
As if my mind has no boundary.”

The teacher sat beside him, his eyes gentle yet deep like the sky itself.

“Good.

Today you are stepping into the second doorway of depth:

the mind does not lie within the body — the mind is boundless space.”

He asked:

“Try to find where the mind is located.

In the head?

In the chest?

In the body?”

The young man closed his eyes, searching as if following a misty path.

After a long moment, he opened them again:

“I… cannot find it.”

The teacher nodded.

“Because the mind has no form.

No location.

No boundary.

The mind is an open space in which all experiences appear.”

He picked up a fallen leaf and placed it in the young man’s hand.

“You see this leaf because it appears in the space of the mind.

You hear the birds because sound appears in the space of the mind.

You feel the wind because sensation appears in the space of the mind.”

He spoke slowly:

“When the mind is wide, the universe is wide.
When the mind is bright, the universe is bright.
When the mind is still, the universe is still.”

He looked directly into the young man’s eyes:

“It is not that the mind lies within the universe.
It is not that the universe lies within the mind.

They are not two.”

The young man exhaled—light as a passing breeze.

“I understand…

It’s not that my mind is small.

It’s only that my mind was limited by the idea of ‘me.’”

Inside him, a sentence from Jiddu Krishnamurti lit up like a candle in the night:

“When the mind has no center, it is infinite.”

The young man looked up at the sky.

Clouds drifted slowly—light as the breath of the earth.

And he felt as if his mind were drifting with them—

boundaryless, centerless, unbound by any form.

The teacher stood up and brushed the dust from his robe.

“Come.

Today, as you walk, try to feel this:

Your mind is as vast as the sky—without boundary, without center.”

The young man rose and followed him.

His first step touched the earth—

and he felt as if he were not walking through the forest,
but as if the entire universe were walking through him.

This morning, consciousness was no longer “mine.”

It had become an infinite space—
wide, bright, and silent like the early sky.