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 that is driving it:
the spirit has a spirit that is calling it.
Rumi
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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 one tries to pin them down, except when we use poetry, music, dance…or story.
There is speculation that the immune system of he body is rooted in this mysterious psychic land, and also the mystical, as well as all archetypal images and urges including our God-hunger, our yearning for all mysteries, and all the sacred instincts as well as those which are mundane. Some would say the records of humankind, the root of light and dark are also here. It is not a void, but rather the place of the Mist Beings where things are and also are not yet, where shadows have substace and substance is sheer.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Evening of Butoh and Live Sound Taoist Studies Institute 7:30 225 N 70th
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)
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
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. In Buddhism this energy is called Windhorse- discipline and delight becomes effortless and splendid. The Wind principle is energy of presence strong, exuberant, and brilliant! Horse principle is the letting go that results in radical acceptance of your self, and this moment exactly the way it is.. This gives butoh it’s shimmer and deep power. This writing is paraphrased from Chogyam Trungpa’s wonderful writing on letting go
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 the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us”
-From “When Things Fall Apart” by Pema Chodron
Wild Geese
Cara Ross Berman
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.
meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver
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 my heritage of joy to die.
Don’t call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house.
Absence is a house so vast
That inside you will pass through its walls
And hang pictures on the air
Absence is a house so transparent
That I lifeless will see you, living
And if you suffer, my love, I will die again.
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