Dear traveler, you have embarked on your cosmic journey through the primordial swamp destined to seeking the fabled jewel of old lore, tucked in the muck hidden buried and entombed in the very hearth of the heart belonging to the lotus. Tendrils of capital T Truth spread-out as Talen's of roots spread deeper into the thick viscous oozing muck absent of any source of reprieve spare for the anaerobic microbial life forms scampering in their homes. You find your footing ahold in the vast and empty webs of Indra's net.
As you feel the cool earth beneath you taking root you feel each step come alive continuing ever forward along the old forest trail. Geb tickles you from beneath with their soft embrace along each step you make along the game paths. Each footfall, cushioned by fallen leaves scattered from the eternal game of tag gusted forward by Tengger and Vayu, with their echoes still trailing their paths as a careless whisper of compassion and kindness, entrenching you to the very beating heart of the lotus, the pule connecting it, you, to and through all realms.
You move ever deeper into the Immersive expanse of the swamp. Incompressible how something vast and never ending can feel cramped and crowded. Still on any part of the path no matter how claustrophobic or roomy itself and the surrounding space might be there is a constant vibration humming in the background. First awareness creeps in from the corners of your perception as its presence grows ever louder and warmer as an becomes a constant of your framework. The rhythmic beatings of Mole Crickets and Cicadas signing with the Katydids lay the second layer of color to the chorus of this hym. While as if on que you become aware of the woodwinds of this triumphant songs of Gamayun and the Mimi Spirits interwoven into this living tapestry worth of life itself, worthy of you as you are of it.
Beams of sunlight joyfully dance through the canopy hugging one side on the leaves while shadow reach up and o out compassionately holding and hugging the sunlight at every chance each on there side of the leaf in an timeless dance. Their exchange bathe the swamp in warm primordial tides in illumination. From this churning of soup you acknowledge to an incomplete understanding of non duality, that all beings all things of creation are part of the same thread, swelling forward the compassionate recognition of the all within.
Breathe, the aroma of the world around you begins to take hold sparking fires in your minds garden, blooming the very flowers that constructed your perception. A fragrant blend of dank, rich, mulchy earthen dirt, sweet floral intoxications as attentions seeking missiles dedicated for the evolutionary purpose of romance and lust, and universally affirming scent of life itself, a scent that bacons in feelings of warmth and lifts the weights of burden from your shoulders as everything becomes still. This olfactory symphony assists in taking to you to a place beyond the burdens of life where for a moment you are free, present your ancient evolved sensory have deepen you are a point of connection in your biome, your natural world, careful in its construction.
As this experience continues to breath and live as its own agent in time, give yourself the necessary consent to graze experiencing the sensations of bark the living skin of the guardians, the continued linage from the fabled ancient trees of UR religious doctrine. The pulse seemingly so rigid and cold, strong but brittle slow down. You move too fast for them. As you linger in the moment forever more extending it closer to the infinite abyss and finally then you begin to creep sensations and premonitions of their collective resilience a mycological wisdom finding its ancestry here now. Feel it, traveler as you kiss the eternal infinite, transcending while remaining here now. As Shapash Travels rising in the West towards its destined slumber in the East the lotus Descends into Illumination.