sometimes for movement to be noticed, there has to be silence.
refraining from action to plunge into the deep seas of collapse and storm.
in the gaps. between the blinking of eyes. between the yesness of joints. between words. again.
the without becomes full.
the endless well of presence that is mirrored and reflects back in my seeing of you.
i dream. i fall. i fly again.
the holy trinity of movement, breath and sound.
and the love in between.
Sarah
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for the feeling of 'love' in between, there is always a need of 'silence':-)
hm. clairvoyant somehow. you wrote this the day before the fall.
you're right angela :-)
fell on my head in a tight embrace of bodies. floor bouncing me back into myself. no damage. all well.
falling down the rabbit hole?
oh and yes. also down the rabbit hole. very much indeed. and now i finally know what i'm speaking about, because i read about Alice in the north :-)
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