FOURTH TEXT IMPROVISATION "Dark Room of the Unconscious"

I am flowing into a circle of forms, which is constantly taking root. They have become my inner lexicon; through their relentless repetition, I enter a state of deep, meditative Zikr. With what piety and abandon, I perform this sacred ritual. The lines, it seems, are the key to a door within. There, you surrender yourself alongside them to a deep sleep, yet your eyes remain open to a world born purely from gazing into your own soul. Does the repetition of these forms lead you into a trance? Is this the moment that seals your bond with consciousness? Is this why, every single day, you steep your gaze in these forms? Where are the lines taking you? Is there a hidden door waiting? Yes— The lines are the key to the inner gate. You open the door, stepping into the dark chamber of your unconscious. You touch the absolute void, and as moments pass through this very contact, you attain clarity. Your curious hands perpetually reach out; the love for uncovering your depths tears a sliver of light into your unconscious gloom. And this is the moment when your hands bring your creation into the world of the white page. You give it a name. You raise it. It matures beside you, growing profound, yet never loses its original essence—just as you achieve your full self, without ever transforming into another human being. Few are those who see the gateway of their unconscious, who step toward it, unlock it, face their fears, explore the darkness, and bring forth a child of their own essence—one they nurture, and lead, with conscious intent, into full maturity.
Milad Zeynali, October 2023