here is home, in the liminal, in the space behind the nowhere.
here collected words and precious stones
of gathered feathers and fugitive dreams
of the wetness of grief and lightness of joy
of childlike meandors....
unhinged ecounterings
Who made the swans?
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ties, familial, earthly, divine, visceral....here familial extended , dispersed and dissolved
we are seeds
we are seeds
- ---studio log--
in between movements, thoughts could appear and hinder the flow
what i have to do is flow with in the flow
flow between the Body and mind
the intuitive and verstand
flow within the flow without being interrupted
and the outside world becomes softer when i am soft to it
i am soft to it when i move within
when i am soft i become defiant
to the world full of separating Systems
i am defiant to its rigid path
i am defiant to its structures of extractivism
i am defiant to its rhythm of destruction
i cut through and seep in and out of its fabric
When the time comes,
You will be
somebody else’s refuge
You will be
somebody else’s refuge
slaps you awake from your ranks
and titles
I do not know anymore what to do
besides sharing what i carry
maybe unfiltered in/with/through
the chaos
findings and explorations are ever unfinished
i dont want to feel ever lonely
Reciprocity is what heals
and staying hidden feels like a refusal to this reciprocity
me genuinely wants to attune to
so i share… in relation
(yes fear is there at times)
and this asks me of presence even when the medicine is out into the vast unknown
letting my yatra
my journey notice me as i step into sharing my yatra
my journey so far
so ahead
messy and unclear
i come