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Author: Visiting Inhabitant, Sisters Hope Home

Searchers Need Not Search in Solitude

The Searcher came in search To find messages from a multitude of hearts White rose I picked up from the pavement  During my first departure  Air rose dipped in the red ink Changing color Making rhythms in a dark room I painted  Your face with a clean brush Why are you here? Searchers need not search in solitude The Searcher found a home of belonging A place where we are…

Death, Love -> direction Home…

For the Sisters’ Academy Inhabitation, I will be coming as visiting researcher to re-define the experience of Home and continue my Life ~ Death ~ Testament project. What I really want from afar right now is listening and seeing and tasting beyond bold edges of space and its inhabitants. I will also be performing, together with Co-habitants, a series of rituals on sensous death and symbolic testament. The place: in…

Time

As time pass, I realize I am afraid of time.How did I end up with being afraid of seconds, minutes, hours, and years? I am afraid of time spent.I am afraid of not managing to be on time. To lose time. To not manage to do what I want to do in time.To not know the time.To not having control of time.As I run to keep time, I question myself…

The Searcher came in search

I came here in search. I came. she came here longing, searching. She was solid She was frozen. She came she denied. She died. the heart beats and beats. i came here in search of the meaning of the heart. Heartbeat after heartbeat. Beat, beat. And after that beat another beat. the heart beats but what does it mean? i dont know what it means but i will try to…

Hmmmmm (Bumblebeeeee)

Yes, Entering the Home felt seamless, smooth and easy. But re-entering Existence on the other side: how amazing a transition! (And almost paradoxically so – if it had been anticipated as a separation, a leaving, departing.) What a celebration for my senses, to be so suddenly exposed to and wholly in touch with the natural elements again!!! Welcome, embraced, greeted, held, guided, be-gifted…… caressed by the breeze, kissed by the…

Dear friend, I know you carry me within you. I can cause unrest.I cause trouble.I cause pain. Sometimes, I come out of nowhere like a whirlwind.And other times I linger like heavy morning fog.  Often you think of me as a burden. Unwanted. Unnecessary.You fight me. You ignore me. You bury me. And I understand. But today I want to share another part of me. If you let me. I…

The Blind Walker

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

Resonance, Mirror.

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…

The Forest

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,…

Bzzzzz (Bumblebeeee)

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?