Codex Transmission
There is a point
where seeking stops.
Not answered.
Not resolved.
just no longer continued
—
Nothing is chosen here.
Nothing is confirmed.
The questions fall away
because there is no one holding them.
—
There is no arrival.
Only this—
what remains
when nothing is being reached for
—
From here, nothing needs to align.
Nothing needs to become.
What moves, moves.
What doesn’t, doesn’t.
—
There is no centre to return to.
No self to stabilise.
Only this…
without movement away