03/05/2022
“May everything that I dreamed drown in the dark night, I wish to wake up empty”
September 2019
While you were sleeping on the roof of a train that was going into Eternity, nose deep in the serene Moon, fluffy stars were floating around the dark blanket of the night and falling right into the abyss like pebbles. That was the place where you found peace, believing in fake safety and not realizing how absurd your constancy is, or how crazy is to believe in control of the situation. Meanwhile you were ploughing through the spaces of other worlds.
In your sleep, among the other worlds, you fell asleep and had a dream about the smell of flowers growing out of darkness. The whole meaning of that dream was just in this blossom, there was nothing else, just this darkness and the blossom. But who was watching it then? You realized you were that smell and you were alive just because of the roots hanging on to the weightlessness of the dark abyss. There was no meaning in this life except to blossom, because you yourself were all these flowers around, all its variety was your body, and you didn’t know anything but joy because you were that joy.
But it’s such a routine to live in joy, because you’ll never know what joy is until you see its reflection in a creature other than you. What if you could fill a sad man with your happiness even just for one moment? What if you could wilt and then be reborn as a lizard? Just to be amazed by your own blossom through the eyes of a lizard, to feel your own smell, to taste the Universe and to recognize yourself in every particle around…
And then to dissolve in this wonderful world, forgetting forever who you are, on the roof of which train you fell asleep, where this train was going and how to find that Universe where such pointless displacements of your own body take place. 🤷♀️✨
