So – where are we? Here we are, in a flow-state of constant becoming. Out of the messiness, the humanness, of us,
(dissonance and harmony, distortions and clarities, visions and nightmares). We are these self-contained xenomorphs,
somewhat strange to ourselves, somewhat a mystery to others, but nonetheless learning who and what we are.
We really are in a state of flow between then and now, between now and when. We make of our art a day, and our day an art.
We write scripts for how we work and play, playing while we work; not to box ourselves in, but to set us free from wandering
around with nowhere to be at any time. We come into a space and make ourselves at home in these houses of skin and
bone, as if we belonged there, which we do, because that house was made for you.
There you curate your business – the very thing you are doing now – and listen to the deepest voice of things for instructions
(who will oftener say: make a choice and trust it). Then we practice stillness and trusting in the doing, unlike the one who is
constantly anxious that something could go wrong. We aren’t forcing a thing, but allowing energy to move through us.
Then, thus sifted and sorted, filtered and lengthened, we find ourselves opening out like petals onto pages and find we are
flowing in stages, and we dance ourselves into being.
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