Tuesday the 30th of October 01, Samâdhi PM

Errance*(1), I am in errance,
When did it start ?… I do not remember very well when it happened. And in errance of what ? Do I only know it in somewhere ?… A path, the life ?… The life is the path that we have to take ?… And the errance then ?…The life, one body, what is the relation with this so deeply and rooted errance in my memory, memory of what, memory of who, which wanders itself over my thought — all of that is well strange and complicated — do we come into life to play those unsure steps on a soil of earth, under the sky which even dares to be blue ? This too you have to admit to dare to put a blue sky under our nose! All this is too strange and too complicated for me… and yet, my legs and my steps are there to remind me of it, their footprints on the wet sand and the mud of the rainy days remind me of it incessantly, I WANDER ! And I wander again, all naked or in suit-tie, it does not have very much importance, I wander. Those memories-prints of the ‘ephemeral’ make me taste the sourness of this so absurd condition, I wander and I still wander. Is it for ever ?… Are we vowed to this so little mystical ‘geste’ appeared in its triviality so well recurrent and repetitive ? If there is an “éphéméritude” in the washed out step of the foam of the sea, it is not there, not present. It only seems to me that I have only that in my memory, one more atavism, encysted in the cell, well, this “nomadité”, anchored in the being as a so concrete double and subtle nature. It is always like that, we come on this stone edge, somewhere in a so infinite space that we have nothing to say about, and to who anyway ?… It would be ages that if there was somebody responsible, he is no more answering to this kind of questions !… or to whatever else !… and it is said to us : – Now walk, walk, walk, until no more thirst, walk and walk without stopping until your legs cannot carry you anymore, walk through the deserts, the towns, the cities, the silences, the seas and the worlds, walk and still walk. And then, and then what ?…
Is it only done for that, a human being, only for walking ?… ah ? Well !
Then I am going to walk, I am going to wander !

I am in the ‘Cité de l’Aurore’. The day is not up yet and all my body is then taken from an attention, of something abnormal, it is there, it happens in myself ?… around myself ?… I am suddenly submerged, no, dubbed… from what ?… I am surrounded, as a night half-sphere, it is yellow and grey, it is great, immense and I Know. I know and yet there is not a sound that is pronounced, that is sending out. He was a disciple, ‘the Pure’* (2) was the name that was given by the ‘TOUT-VIVANT’*(3), who gave me the