The further I go in my practice, the more I realise the IMPORTANCE OF BREATH and the DEPTH it brings to all I do.
My breath is my anchor in the present moment, LINKING ALL OF ME TO A WHOLE, it is the healing motor of my body and the space expanding support of my spirit.
Eh, yes, my right knee wanted to have a little turban today.
If all what is in my life is a manifestation of what I projected into it, how can I do that more intentionally? How can I align my thoughts, my emotions, my words and my actions with each other, so that this happens on a more direct road?
Any suggestions welcome.
WASH ME THROUGH
wash out fight
wash away stress
bathe me in light
bathe me in bliss
when all is tight
send me mother earth’s kiss
WASH ME THROUGH
This had not happened in YEARS. That night when she returned home, she was so wrecked by tiredness, so utterly done from the cold, that she decided to not put an alarm for the next morning, but instead SLEEP IN.
‘I LOVE YOU’, she told her aching body.
unexpected openness
underlying conversation
unexplainable connection
unplanned longing
unforced acting
unconscious pulling
unpretentious falling
UN-DOINGS UNDERCOVER
‘Is this DANCE?’ is not the right question.
The question is ‘what DO YOU WANT this to be?’.
Cause DANCE has more to do with how you approach a movement, than what the movement actually is. This is what we (“contemporary dancers”) mean, when we say ‘EVERYTHING CAN BE DANCE.’
P.S. sometimes EVERYTHING IS DANCE.
P.P.S. yes, it also depends on the audience and how it personally defines dance.
P.P.P.S. obviously this discussion is endless.
.. which makes the definition of dance very PERSONAL BUSINESS.
‘Do you think, it’s too late to say I’M SORRY after all this time?’, asked the little boy.
‘It is never too late to say I’M SORRY’, answered the tall wise lady, ‘just as it is never too late to say I FORGIVE YOU. Sometimes it takes a long time until you’re able to say it honestly, but when said honestly, it can cleanse tension, help you to finally close a chapter, move on and most of all FORGIVE YOURSELF.’
The boy went and spoke his truth, forgave himself and was finally released from the guilt he’s been carrying around for years.
AUTHENICITY is to
speak what I know to be true
admit to not know
act upon my values
practice what I teach
teach what I know
be present to my reality
acknowledge my dreams
let go of the past
support where I can
ask for support
SHOW UP FOR MY LIFE.
the tea, the tea!
fell down from the tree!
a splash, oh no!
on his little toe!
it’s green tea, I know!
-well if you say so!
what’s up,
little cup?
not up, but down,
almost down-town!
are you serious?
I’m delirious.
high on air,
my skin is fair!
no offence,
my friends,
pure non-sense.
What if we wouldn’t get paid for what we achieve, but for how we behave towards the rest of the world?
Would you act the same?
Would you change your behaviour?
How would the way we are together be different?
Egoistic behaviour is encouraged in our culture for as long as achievement is linked to (financial) reward. True?
How much do values, respect and caring for each other matter in this system?
Humans will keep hurting each other for money + power, somehow not fully realising, that we all belong to the same earth. True?
But maybe that’s just me, having some thoughts this morning, wondering about the system of our society and who is benefiting and who not for what kind of work.
A curled up naked figure hovering over moist earth.
Pictures of overconsuming, numbed people.
A never-ending paradise turned into money.
Broken ice melting on a pile of sand.
A huge vagina contracting softly, exposing a pearl in its centre.
A house full of artists who silently scream for change.
Impressions from RUNDGANG at the academy of art Düsseldorf.
I hope you’re well
have many stories to tell.
I would love to see
who you became to be.
crazy as it might seem
you were in my dream.
To a classmate I haven’t spoken to in more than ten years, who visited me randomly in my dreams and took a walk to the beach with me.
Aka THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE ON PLANET EARTH
Which appears to be a container for all what is passing through us, shaping who we are.
Give me the strength to WALK DOWN MY PATH, even when I cannot see where it is leading me.
ACCOMPANY ME in times of loneliness on this very path.
Let YOUR WISDOM flow through my words + actions and guide me to express myself wisely.
AWAKEN ME to my own potential, so I can shine my light.
Embrace me with your LOVE and let me find PEACE within me.
And her SPIRIT embraced her with her own SACREDNESS.
She wished for that state of flow, that vital sign, which had been absent for too long. You hardly notice what is absent, if you’ve never been used to its presence, until it enters your reality in other ways. And so she had gotten to notice clearly how absent her flow was, when she started to be confronted with the topic in every direction she was looking.
IF
what I think about
what I talk about
is what I do,
is what I do
what I talk about
what I think about
?
To link the three
Reflects integrity.
How much of me
Do you see?
Where do we
Get to be
Living in HONESTY?
The sound of the rain on the rooftop had a calming effect, she was all cuddled up under the warm blanket, half asleep, in the middle of the night. Perfect scenario after a short night-pee, knowing she had a couple of more delicious hours of sleep ahead, before her alarm would go off.
Unfortunately her brain didn’t think so and started working.
‘Is this a stress response of my hormones?’ – Yes, probably. And then she started thinking about that.
She sat there with the vivid memory of that dream and just couldn’t figure out, what it was trying to tell her. Why was she again and again dreaming about that person?
The picture so clear, the message so unclear.
Or maybe it didn’t matter.
Did she believe in the SIGNIFICANCE OF DREAMS? She wasn’t sure. Depending on the dream probably.
aka THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE ON THIS PLANET
“Hello”, said that little thought, “I’m back and look, I brought all my friends with me!”
Ameise saw all his dark, heavy friends standing behind him.
“I’m sorry”, Ameise smiled at him, “today I don’t have time or space for you, please leave.”
She shut the door firmly. Cause today, she wouldn’t let THAT happen. Life was too precious. Today she was going to laugh. HELL YES.
The cold crawling into my bones
ignites exhaustion of my cells
blocks the upward flow
of life energy.
The fear tingling down my spine
runs through my blood
blinds my vision
of truth.
The vanishing fire below my feet
fails to reach my core
burn(t-)out my desire
to unite.
breath is movement is life
true?
breath is what comes and goes
anything
in one breath
can come or go
a thought for the length
of one breath
it vanishes into nothing
no breath is ever the same
inhale begin new exhale let go
the moment has already passed
you missed that breath
were you here? there?
and your breath
present as always
till that doesn’t exist no longer.
