Capacity exists between
the moments of rigidity
Multiplying it, magnifying it
Decreasing it, diminishing it
I sustain in the seeing
By knowing and releasing
my own postures and rigidity
I take in and I am taken in
MoMo Dance Theatre:
Crossing the Line
***
I am invited
by your mindful eyes
To the presence of my body’s intricate language
I am standing and breathing
Breathing out the expectation
to be something else than what I am
I am surprised by my fists
my fingers pressing strongly against the skin of my palms
I am touching my face
feeling the tension in my jaw
I am letting go
lowering to the floor
I am lying down
feeling my bones, tendons, muscles and skin
against the cool floor
I move my arms and legs lying on the floor,
I think I am a bird or a butterfly
-which ever-
but I feel integrated and whole
in my torso, my pelvis connecting my legs
to my lower back, ribcage and sternum,
my arms fanning out like flexible wings
I push myself backwards
I know
there is a wall behind me
I push against it, feeling the straightness, hardness and coldness with my skull
I can rest
I am safe right here and now
surrounded by walls,
by this rectangular room,
by this building
I am aware of myself trying to let go off everything
resting and breathing as I need
I am here
You are here
We are here
That is everything I need
Right now, here
Krishnamurti Centre (BC)
***
The path home
with strangers
Always unknown
but takes you
where you
need to be
if you trust
the direction
the speed
What it takes is
the presence
giving your body-soul
to the strangers
in you
Kuusaa (Finland)