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White. Immense spaces. White, a rush of breath. Be swift, marry this breath. Remain in it. Make haste. Let it not abandon me. Let me not turn from it. Be swept up: my song.



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You have transformed my gaze into a sky of truths. A clear horizon where you can move in measured step. Where you shut yourself into serenity and calm reserve.

You who were so wild, are now pitiless and wise in your pronouncements. You, who roamed among the stars, now disappear in the uniform light of day. You put out your light to be like all the rest.

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  And, through you, I see the sun.
You do not hide it from me. Not that your body is purely, simply transparent. At least, not for me. But you do not block out the sun. You have not given up your shadow, nor the responsibility for it, to the whole.



This...

The mysterious energy of... rediscovering a buried source. Hidden before the separation of the elements?  Before hatred?

Fragments from Luce Irigaray

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Whither must I wander Martha Wainwright version (click near heart)
                (from 1889 poem by Robert Louise Stevenson

Concept: Second body (from Plum Village)

I am. Imagining a time before hatred. Imagining...

it is in many faces, hands, hearts, now, even now. Even if transitory, glimpsed, known... what kinds of flowers grow there, what kinds of tenderness tendrils, fragrances? the seeds of It shine, multiply.  Deny history.

Peace to all 

    ,always

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