How long do you think we’re here?

The space is vast, the perimeter uncertain between peaceful nature on the outside and evolving dark material on the inside. Simplicity and recognition, generate a reciprocal touch pregnant with unexpressed substance, the present is inscribed in the place of encounter, each word and gesture and passage leave their seed in the air, gathered in their invisible perceptibility, bearing fruit and generating the next gesture, each one guards secrets, knowledgeable is the inner voice that emerges, indirect and real. The words of the body resonate in space becoming a continuous evolution, successive movement, like an exercise book wasted with its unused white pages, like a window open to the sky, like a sheet hanging out to dry, like a stretch of parched earth, like a rock waiting for a wave, like a field of wheat in unexpected wind. What remains, strength and grace, the discipline of loving unconditionally the ways of the body, the secret is illuminated close by, not wanting to be deciphered and remains in respect of that which in the end is hidden.

note from the research work – june 2012