Floating

They told me, “set an intention, have no expectations”. So I did so. I emptied my brain of all the accumulated garbage. I packed only what I could carry and we walked and we walked and we walked. I shed weight in her balancing on the stones of her ancient river beds. I shed weight casually walking over her mountaintops. I shed weight flowing in the tides of her oceans. I shed weight climbing through the humidity of her jungles. I arrive where she tells me, carrying only what I can carry. An intention. An intention to expand. I intend for her to show me… to show me… all… all that one could be. To expand. My intention is to expand. I’ve met her with this intention and she has destroyed the worlds I have carried with me. 

The only way to properly describe this room she has taken me, the room that is the destroyer of my worlds, is to say that there is not only one way to properly describe this room. For example, to say that somewhere out there, right now there is one who is reading this, one who might take the time, right now, to pause… To stop time, to look around, to observe, to the study the room they believe they are occupying at this very moment, to study this room, in every detail. In as much detail as humanly possible. To study not just the color of the paint, but the paint, the paint itself. It’s chemical breakdown. What makes the paint the paint? On and on, go on and on, study it aaall. If one could study each and every detail of this room they are occupying, and then… and then! Piece by piece, subtract all that makes that room a room. Subtract it aaall. If one might find a way to do this, one might find themselves in a place that all exists for all to expand. Beyond the final subtraction, one finds all expanding out of the crushing emptiness of the dark place. To say this thing, to say this thing is the only thing there is, is to not overstand the nature of these things. 

-Pirate Fresh