Healing and growth through intuitive art
Hearing the sound
The knowledge that does not fit in the shape
Requires a mouth that is shut for now
The joy of expanding
Like children in a school break
Running out to the yard
Is like an eye that is open to the ocean
The face that will not be intact any more
Collapses because of an ear that hears the eternal sound
A hair that flies in the wind is left
From the static posture that breaks open.
Movements made of mistakes
It suddenly came to me
To ask the space to talk about what he sees
That happens in it
It seems like the most surprising act of circus acrobats
He says
In movements that look as if they are all mistakes
And falling down, attempting some spectacular show
The acrobats manage to put up in the air
A variety of movements
That express running and flying
Longing and trying to hold on
To just anything
Culminating in the unfolding of the sweet unknown
Which, of course, is me, the space
Who is talking to you
Right now.
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