To be searching for keys to unlock eternities and infinities.
To be leaning into the never-ending universe and wrapping ourselves in the fabric of time.
To be diving into emptiness, the holes, the cracks in time and the tears in space.
To be dancing around dimensions with past and future selves wearing dresses of different perceptions, perspectives, potentials, possibilities.
To be gifting time and spending space on liberating potential selves and lives.
To be warping and dilating and morphing and transforming the frame named reality, the conclusion called actuality.
To be walking in gratitude before regret.
To be understanding it forwards and living it backwards.
To be knowing what you have got before you lose it.
To be ginning at “too late”.
To be found and lost
To be there and here
To be that and this
To be then and then
To be now now now now
To be noting and all
To be staring into the darkness and bringing into the light.
To be surrounded by all of our shadows and not putting up a fight.
To be gazing into the window of the other, the mirror of the self, the portals of possibilities.
To be dissolving, vaporizing, crystalizing, killing and birthing bodies, others, yous, realities.
To be never not broken or whole.
To be the other and the same.
To be being.
To being body.
To being body in space.
To being space in body.
To being space.
To be being.
We shape our self to fit this world and by the world are shaped again. The visible and the invisible working together in common cause, to produce the miraculous. I am thinking of the way the intangible air passed at speed round a shaped wing easily holds our weight. So…
I have done a school of being a body. More than I have ever been taught about being a human with a body in all of my school days. Now we graduate after life months. My body sense it as a lifetime indeed. How poetic expressed. Life months of a…