A life in a closet on the ocean

In the silence of no-thought - The sound of the sea

1.
I live in a closet, just because I like the smell of the wood. Closets always remind me of the ocean. I don´t know why, but somehow a human-body in a closet drifting somewhere on the ocean is familiar to me. To my humble opinion a human-being in a closet is just as natural as an auster in a shell.
It may sound a little bit more edgy, a little less organic but don´t forget that wood is something alive. It´s like being inside of a tree in the water and guess what´s beneath the water? It´s motherf*cking earth. And what´s under this earth? Maybe it´s not yet fire but somewhere it must get bloody hot in there, like a a club where the hottest materials go naked and dance extatic. In a closet in the ocean you are pretty close to it all. And above there are the stars.
Think about it, everything that is giving light comes out of something dark.
So when I come out of the closet on the dark ocean in the black night and lay myself on it I´m giving light. Something will find it´s way to me, that´s for sure. I feel so much love over there, thinking about the word ´ressonation´. Maybe a dolphin will lay itself on my body, blessing me with inspiration for a lifetime, and than think again what could be resonating more with this than happiness. The creature finding you in a closet in the ocean is your true soulmate that you missed for ages.
Besides you don´t have to do any meditation-courses anymore. Just lock yourself up and feel free in the smell of the wood. It can even talk! Hello, it says, I congratulate you, every day is your birthday.

*words by lauri*