nothing required

,nothing afforded, nothing given, nothing taken, what is it that nothing needs. i await the day, early sunday Pongal and the usual europeans with smoky coughs and loose languid clothing and germanic accents fill the cafe. everyone is either reading newspapers or working on small laptops. the internet is fast here and its ideal for the quick transaction or long skype call. the music is the reedy horn and bush drums, and the air is absolutely delightful as the chill of winter pervades the sunshines early angle.im bundled in multiple shirts and long pants, the day promises to be a quiet one as ive spent the last two on long hikes in the hills as my strength starts to return. i found the trail up the rocks to the small altar to shiva and the lair of the silver monkeys. with the cooler weather its been possible to make the longer hikes into the afternoon. the exercise and exposure have made sleeping deep and the meditations long. i sit for 2 hours each night and 3 hours each day, plus i remain isolated most of the days, reading, walking, resting. i move inward in the natural arc of my life and contemplate what is the truth inside, there is nothing out there anymore, the words and wisdom are here now, the last of the tribe and the only shaman healing his own wounds as the world becomes the cave and the lair of the primitive mind. i am the ID released and the intelligence unleashed the spirit of the entire race of living men and dying humans. where we are headed is the final frontier of awareness and what i need is only the universal love that permeates every particle of the wave of existence. I sleep and float in the deepest waters, i wake to the permeating light of unbearable life. every moment is the one the one the one never ending alone without end without friend without death. be still and be everything.