 The invisible
the hand the thing the firmament the environment the mechanical support system the thing that brings life that which allows to move the following the shadow the magician the thief the deceiver the force behind in front around holding embracing the mysterious female the valley spirit being that which is seemingly independent the character which we engage and believe the body of a thing the solid object morphology geometric details the area between points time spirit of change water air airplane wind moving still touching the hairs on the back of my neck stand up I can’t see the thing which is making that move I am alive here alone not alone impossible I am without I am inside inside me I breath through air connection complete in my body all through my whole body this air this food I eat moves me and through me completely I am this I am it the puppeteer this here this one they hiding hide not there unseen so we are convinced that it lives lives and breaths but something somewhere is what it is this that it moves could crush it could annihilate but doesn’t it gives allowing guides follows responding through what is all around focused inside subject solid object treasure a distraction from the whole bird shows air in flight invisible mapped by solids moving we are this of what we are deeply of to be this experience as allow-er to a livingness so proficient at hiding somewhere anywhere in discomfort finding repose calm breath is key in these moving moments when the life which I am is directed projected into another solid body I am collective I am shape shifter absolutely physically empathising spectrum of densities and porosities varying degrees of absorption I travel through sit inside stand in walk through passing through place solid seen not seen liquid gaseous puppeteer is human representative of firmament experiencing being allowing listening loudly to the seemingly weaker following what I can so easily prevail over is this not the giving of love? allowing life to be through another body sharing physically puppetry is by its nature the most intimate of expressive acts I am this body which you believe to be living knowing that it is me I am so totally this body unlikely still it is living letting my living breath through this other physical body also I am un-living without this surrounding which lets me live as is the puppet we are of the same piece of earth the life through this physical body mine yours object physical vessel for life I am a puppeteer in total giving through object I need not hide giving completely to another body renders me that which I have gifted with life neither of us owns this livingness
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This morning I was witness to the robin
whom I know so well (through summers and winters for countless passings) hold in beak with gentleness and care profound the final moult before the wing a damselfly (this creature I have been as much a human may feel to be) and for both I felt a care towards their sharing Gentle robin whipping tail of adolescence insect form living is here another’s dying (my conclusion in this common mystery) How one may the other become and in so doing undo a path which never was kindness even in seeming atrocity seemingly is this nature’s mystery |
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