The man is a chair
He is bent as if he is sitting
And as if he is playing the mandolin
Or is he a sound?
The fire starts cold
And then
Maybe he is dancing
His head is only lightly attached
And without his head
He is turning into light
Who is this man?
The two last ones are such a good description of where I am nowadays.
I am sitting a lot, as I cannot walk, stand, or lie down without excruciating pain. So I sit a lot.
I am playing music.
I am dancing in my heart.
I am on fire.
Yes.
Blockages come and I blow them away. And if I don’t, something comes along and does it for me. Thank you these things that come along.
That doesn’t sound easy, but the things that come along and your internal fire are what matter
Yes indeed. And the light. Thank you.