I was in pure danger.
Pure and inescapable danger.
I was there because I jumped.
Yes I jumped...
Out and away from the belly and synthetic safety of the illusion.
Oh I jumped!
Out of the carefully constructed reality of nonexistence
And I jumped into the ancient promise of existence
Which I had heard of
& which I believed...
Received,
In the evidence of my action
—
The action was not unfair,
For,
I was clearly gifted the calculation, the instruction...
Oh in my very own language,
So I could understand.
The way of sacred dance
—Of the sacred jump
Though what I could not see at all, however...
Was where exactly I was going to land
Or when
No I only saw that I was going to a place and being
Created by God
No I only saw that where I was going
Existed.
—Oh and this did not!
And The Lord knew how I ached to exist!
So,
I left behind an entire being...
Yes the one who does not exist.
—
And well I do so very deeply,
—Always remember the day.
—
Water
Everywhere
And the heaviest rains
Oh of my eternal life...
—
I was...
As I did nearly every day,
Seemingly en route,
To a profoundly intelligent construction
Of a false purpose.
Of a false life.
It was...
The same steps every day.
Same sights
Every
Day
Left turn here
Then Right
Same destination
Every day,
Arrived again
To nowhere
And nowhere had very nice walls
Nice activity buzzing..
Yes a very impressive business.
And a strangely contrived...
Importance and beauty
For,
Nothing and nowhere...
Most vividly appeared to be...
The one upon whom I depended
— Oh in order to survive
Oh in order to be
Yes nothing and nowhere had my time
Had me
—
And Oh how I felt it!
How I saw what it equaled!
—
But the hold was so strong, cry!
Far much stronger than I
& more excellent
Than little me
Could ever hope to be
Also,
It surrounded!
And horribly,
It permeated!
What's more is—
Well I had never been given any words to see it with,
To articulate it
To address it.
No words to call it out
There's no real name for nothing
Though I had heard...
What it can do.
—To you.
Yes
I had heard the story
Of what nothing did
—To God.
Indeed,
Nothing did
What nothing is
For God,
—Exists!
—
And cry the precise moment
When I was to become nothing,
—Hallelujah!
The Name of Existence was called and instantly came to me
TO BE
Right on time.
—
I write because I remember.
And I saw—
WHO IS THERE
Yes I watched
Holy,
In The Lord's Fear,
—As everything did bow.
As absolutely everything
Took its truer
And truer
Form.
There,
As I walked through the valley of the shadow of death,
Naked and unarmed
Possessing absolutely nothing that was in and of
This world
And There,
And in the soles of each Step of God,
The touch and scent of nothingness
—Bled.