15/09/2025
“Read the poem that is written on your bones, maybe it’s in a language you yet can’t understand”
My body is my ever expanding instrument playing for the sake of existence
She is moving me to levels of awareness that completely changes my perspective of life itself
Listening from the skin
Feeling from the puls
Breathing from movement
Joy becomes so complete when I am nowhere but in every subtle sense of this moment
Melting in to what ever meets my attention
my body my movement my breath my heartbeat
Moving away again to find another quality of existence where space is the touching surface
And I continue to find places within myself over and over
A never ending landscape
I will keep moving over these undiscovered fields of life
Keep resting in
Being the created
The creator