6 weeks of necessary pressure

the kind that doesnt feel like pressure but builds in places you cant imagine or understand, and the vast emptiness sits unchanging. the being overwhelms the body. the body sits untroubled except for the illnesses that come and go like quarters of the moon, each growing or fading as determined by some greater authority, some celestial hierarchy and purpose, beyond this orbit and time. the slow pace lulls the senses into secure serenity knowing the efforts of a lifetime have passed like a hurried dream and left little for all its frenzy. The days suspend judgement and the nights pass with the elixir of drunken dreams and unconscious repair. the passivity and acceptance increase until there is almost a resistance to not resisting, a frictionless surface ripples and roughens the ride, a sense of what unexperienced acceleration is as the turbulence is sensed like an oncoming sneeze. I whisper the name of the local god and snatch up my belt, tighter now as my body has dropped its ballast in the last onset of maladies that seem destined to continue since the resistance has dropped. I speed across unmeasured distances aware only that the blackness and tiny specks of light never change.the bubble of being is beyond experience, beyond movement, only knows perfectly the rightness of endless dominion. truth prevails absolutely with no possibility of any other and emptiness is never changing. all things pass and return without ending and in the madness return to themselves unrealized. the heart can never wander but the mind is always lost. the oarsman rows on but the navigator howls at the moon. One is always safe even in the darkest storm, the loneliest night, the maddest dream is love and love is the lighthouse of truth. Follow her light and there is your path. the way is never darkened but the mind cannot see. do not worry if it is right if the heart is taking you there. Love is your guide and takes you the straightest route through, though your mind can make no sense of any of it.
I sit under the orange moon, in a land ive never known with people not of my kin and here i am as if with long lost family and friends. no fear i feel, disoriented by the differences, but the heart knows this is home, just as any place on this planet, for this is home and all are brothers and sisters with the one being, each the reflection of the light, driven mad by the inability of the mind to carry the totality of knowing, afraid to let the heart control what cant be controlled, the truth and the knowledge that come from the unexperienced being, the source of life, the well of the soul,where nothing is true and death is falseness made real.