these are not my words, these are not my thoughts, i am just the scissors and the glue...
Self-Evident Inner Space:
Self-evident inner space
My body is a landscape in the here and now
In an instant a concern grows larger
And stillness creeps upon my breathing
It’s a first movement engulfing me
A sensitivity alien to my possibility
Is there a change to the image appearing
Before it proves its synchronicity
There are figures looking towards my imagination
And I see something I am unable to see…
Again, grows a new possibility
Cultivating a perfectly experienced body
Interesting shapes pointing to questions
To changes varying in their clarity
A celebration of breath or a conflict
Both exposed in their severity
The movement follows the space it creates
And contact is achieved,
Fantasy to body.
