I'm alive
at first, i felt i wasn't sure then this expression came up ...
venture into the interior and taste life as slow food cooking
new cultures and traveling
learning to micro move
never mastering just dancing
playing with and in new forms
physical poetry expression that's true only now morphing dynamism
continual change into formlessness
boundless freedom and trauma spikes
embodiment
aliveness and wildness into this next moment
just being here sometimes and no one is here sometimes too
feels simple
not knowing
awe and wonderment
pain dissolving empty nothingness freedom death life is beauty
an ordinary homemade human masterpiece is beautiful to me.
i felt drawn to its potential for freedom in daily life
that this path has a unique unfoldment for every soul