The thirtyeighth morning.
Mist covered the forest.

Tiny droplets clung to branches like small crystals.

The young man watched a drop fall—
and felt as if he were seeing something deep within himself.

The teacher approached.

“What are you seeing this morning?”

The young man answered:

“I watch the dew fall, and I feel…

everything is as fragile as that.

All the things I used to cling to—
emotions, thoughts, memories—
are like a dream.”

The teacher smiled.

“Good.

Today you’ve touched the spirit of:

‘All phenomena are like a dream.’”

He picked up a drop of dew.

“It is beautiful, but not lasting.

It shines, but only for a moment.

It appears, then disappears.”

He let it fall.

“Emotions are like dew.
Thoughts are like dew.
Sadness is like dew.
Joy is like dew.
Even the ‘self’ you cling to is like dew.”

The young man watched the drop vanish on the ground.

He saw clearly: nothing truly solid exists to cling to.

The teacher continued:

“Humans suffer because they believe everything is real:

that emotions are real,
thoughts are real,
pain is real,
the self is real.

But when you see all phenomena as a dream,
your mind becomes light as a cloud.

Nothing to hold.
Nothing to resist.
Nothing to fear.”

He looked deeply into the young man’s eyes:

“‘Like a dream’ does not mean denial.

It means seeing that everything is impermanent,
unfixed,
without inherent nature.

When you see this,
nothing can bind you.”

The young man closed his eyes.

Thoughts arose like clouds—
but this time, he did not see them as “mine.”

They were just passing images—
like a dream.

Inside him, Jiddu Krishnamurti’s words drifted like a breeze:

“Thought is always old.”

It comes.
It goes.
Nothing to cling to.

The teacher stood up.

“Come.

Today, as you walk, feel this:

everything you see is like a dream—
beautiful, fragile, ungraspable.”

The young man followed him.

His first step touched the earth—
and he felt as if he were walking in a transparent world
where everything appeared and dissolved
like reflections on water.

This morning, the world became light—
a beautiful dream,
gentle and free.