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.
The sound of a star, divine furnaces of the universe, twinkling dots of the night sky. Genesis. Hydrogen and Helium fusing in the furnace, building blocks of the universe, creating coal, nitrogen, oxygen, iron… Creating the building blocks of our surroundings, everything we see, smell, touch, taste, sense. You and…
Hello Are you there? This is what I, this individual, back to being that – walking and talking in the world outside – would like to tell you. Do you want to listen? Because I will tell you anyway. I would like to say that I would like to tell…