I have become world-loose again; warm and detached, I am nearing the sun that melts the shackles of these cunning appearances.
I have a foot in, a foot out; an elusive essence and a human mask, a wavelength and a momentum. I’m not in the world, and not of it, at least not tonight.
The world has drained me out of my Being to fund its own being; the being of the world is borrowed from me. But tonight I have taken back my lot, my existence, my full Being; and the world has become empty and null.
The world is a skeleton made of my own ideas, animated by the light of my Being. The world inside which I always find myself, tonight has found itself inside me, again!
Tonight, I have stepped outside this imagined river of Becoming, outside this human play. Tonight I see that I’m at once the this and the that, I’m the thief and the king, I’m the sage and the sinner. I’m at once all things and none.
Tonight, I’m home again: I’m the world-dreaming void who has woken up from this dream called being human.
Tonight I am everyone and everything, I am everywhere and everywhen.