Lundi, 21 janvier 2008

To be submerged in the non-existence of this bewitching world. Daggers and triggers to my self obliged pitiful self. Please let me disappear. Plunging in the icy cold water showing my reflection, as the pale blue sky withers in the beyond, with the white clouds shrieking for peace. Into the depth of the water, I vanish, where a new world awaits me. With no existence, only the new creation beholds my welcoming. I can no longer feel my body or my aim. I float in the underbelly of this vast existential reservoir. Breathing an air that suffocates me, I feel strangled, by the people around me. Let me disappear, let me vanish until I myself see myself no longer. In the silence of the realm, let me hear the chants of serenity. The orange and yellow glow that reflects the garden of this beautiful paradise encircles my astral form and I dance in their resplendent beauty. Not even a speck of me remains, for I shall attain the universe of no feeling, no judgment, no attachment, no self-pity, no self-esteem, no complex pettiness of this paradoxical day to day life. No space and no time continuum. In the light of the non reflexive water I shall flow to lose myself again and again in my path from beginning to end, in a universe with no end and no beginning. The environment engulfs me in its violet sacrificial odor as I get tangled to this new habitat, to free myself once again, and get lost one more time. Please let me disappear into myself, for none is pure enough to witness my beauty, not even me. No acknowledging, as I withdraw one by one, the needles that have been inflicted on me, and I grow lighter in the dimension of my weight, and feel no pain, no recession, no boredom. I soar into the parallelism and I vanish, I vanish, and I vanish…until I exist no more.