Genesis of the Desert

THE FIRST STEPS OF WIND

Genesis of the Desert – Fragment 16

(excerpt from the Codex of Genesis)

It does not move forward.

It withdraws.

The desert is not an absence.

It is a world freed from what weighs down,

where every grain reveals what it is,

undefended,

unveiled,

undecorated.

It does not welcome.

It strips.

It is not a place of punishment,

but a space of clarification,

where nothing can be held without reason,

where truth is the only thing that stands upright.

This sixteenth fragment of the Codex of Genesis

is not a landscape,

but an inner crossing,

where the superfluous melts,

and what remains is what matters.

Here, the desert is not empty.

It is what no longer tolerates the masks.

🌬 A Codex of the Desert could one day emerge,

formed of 64 living forms of shedding,

each expression being a way to inhabit essential nakedness,

without detour,

without surplus,

without justification.

🜂 This text is sealed.

It offers nothing.

It holds what remains when there is nothing left to hold.

It is not emptiness.

It is a truth made visible by the silence of the world.