Post by Em Bowman on Jun 2, 2014 20:26:11 GMT 8
In the studio, my body remembers something ancient.
Where I cam from, where I go back to.
I will remind myself to relax; I will yield into soft places.
Rooted to these groundless dimensions of this giant endless fabric,
where lungs breathing in-spires me before sleeping.
It is not functional; it’s a special kind of lunacy that arises.
A liquid timeless-time. In search for the origin -
and for love.
Where I cam from, where I go back to.
I will remind myself to relax; I will yield into soft places.
Rooted to these groundless dimensions of this giant endless fabric,
where lungs breathing in-spires me before sleeping.
It is not functional; it’s a special kind of lunacy that arises.
A liquid timeless-time. In search for the origin -
and for love.