Presence | A piece of unrecorded spoken word.

I am paralyzed, you know, like they say, with fear. But it is different than you think it’s going to be. It is a stillness, a frozen-ness…statuesque…

Don’t move, don’t make a sound, don’t exist, cease to exist completely, become nothingness, become the air

I guess in that way it is a lot like Buddhism… but… not

I don’t want it anymore, I don’t want to be stuck in the absence of time ever again; and this force, this nasty, clinging, dark, viscous, treacherous force is flooding toward me and as soon as I make the decision, as soon as I THINK
‘I don’t want this anymore,’
it happens

Beams of light come out of the fabric of space around me
and form a web that reaches infinity with a hollow sphere for me
in the center

and I am safe and breathing and moving and seeing and singing from places within me I have never known