The Blind Walker takes you on a journey through the unknown. No destination. The Blind Walker has many bodies that through imagination manifest themselves in movement. Photo: Palle Schultz
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A new beginning. A new lunar cycle. I go onwards. Calm and serene, I had the gift of absorbing his anger and transforming it into light. To let his attacks collide with my soul and to hurl them into the vastness of nothingness. I heard my heart beating as he tried to coax the teeth out of my small-self. To crush my balance. But we hugged as we smoked the…
A breeze flows through the canopy. A second ago, everything was still and quiet, now something is stirring. Noises everywhere, rhythmically bouncing between the trees. Is it a symphony? Is it a choreography? Every leaf has a consciousness of its own. Every flower is a poem. Someone steps into a clearing and is struck by the illuminated spiderweb hanging as if on display in the tall grass. Something is shifting,…
Where or what is the line between me & you? Between imagining & being? Being and doing? Or is it even a line…. Might it be a _____space_______? A [ place ] where we can linger……. play **√~~^~○⧂~* and meeeet?
I move through air and dust. Feeling each particle against my skin. Moving through water and earth. Sometimes uncontrolled and sometimes grounded.Stuck to the ground and up in the air.Always connected to the surface. The unseen and seen.Always in movements as energy. Never stopping.
searching rest in movement, I waste myself, afloat carrying and being carried forceful, yielding a soluble state of being availability of moving and being moved letting go carried away bent by what escapes me inhabiting contradictory forces, I find myself in between.