Tag: photo Briana Jones
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Day and night the sea throws up froth. You see the foaming surface , but not the Sea. Amazing! We are dashing against each other like boats: our eyes are darkened through we’re in clear water. Asleep in the body’s skiff, we float, unaware of the Water of the water. The water has a Water…
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Fringe On
“…where a woman’s deep life funds her mundane life. This old woman stands between the worlds of rationality and mythos. She is the knuckle bone on which these two worlds turn. This land between the worlds is that inexplicable place we all recognize once we experience it, but it’s nuances slip away and shape-change if…
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Heart’s mirror clear reflects beyond fetter. The void stripped clean, innumerable worlds. All things in their majesty, shadowed and seen there. The single gleaming jewel: not witin, not without. Hsuan Chueh (665-713)
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God’s Sneeze The Big Bang
Everything since the big bang has become increasingly disordered The arrow of entropy The liberation of entropy Everything will move so far apart atoms, stars even black holes That even time will cease But now Hit and runs Drive bys Porno Homicide Love Friendship Kindness Courage As we spin through space
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Training Notes
In butoh you can experience a state of mind that is free and clear of doubt. An unwavering mind unswayed by the ups and downs of fear, and you can glimpse a spark of unconditional acceptance and presence. There is no hesitation only honesty. The results of being present allows you the energy for performance.…
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For Sharoni miss your beauty in this world
“Things are always in transtion, if we could only realize it. Nothing ever sums itself up in the way that we like to dream about. The off-center in-between state is an ideal situation, a situation in which we don’t get caught, and in which we can open our hearts and minds beyond limit… Only to…
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Wild Geese
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting, You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.…
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As We Pass
If I Die –Pablo Neruda If I die, survive me with such sheer force That you awaken the furies of the pallid and the cold, From south to south lift your indelible eyes, From sun to sun dream through your singing mouth, I don’t want your laughter or your steps to waver, I don’t want…
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