“When one is free from physical disabilities and mental distractions, the gates of the soul open.” B.K.S. Iyengar
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“When one is free from physical disabilities and mental distractions, the gates of the soul open.” B.K.S. Iyengar
I want to turn the whole thing upside down.
Shifu.
Seasons change, analog vs digital.
Indian-scapes. 2018.
Revolution is the harmony of form and color and everything exists, and moves, under only one law = life =
Nobody is separate from anybody else - Nobody fights for himself.
Everything is all and one.
Anguish and pain - pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence.
xxxxxxxx the revolutionary struggle xxxxxxxxx
In this process is a doorway open to intelligence.
The diary of Frida Kahlo.
`On the meridian of time there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.`
― Henry Miller, Tropic of cancer
Lose Yourself to Dance.
This must be the place.
Lecce 2017
She.
Dresden 2017
A Fate
Gleams and shelters where roads divide called to the companions.
To you remains this that the wind unveils for you, pale road in the night: for your thirst the tumbling torrents’ water, for someone tired the pasture grass renewed in the space of a sleep.
Absorbed in his own fire everyone human surrenders to a single life.
But on your slow going as a river that finds no end, the silvery light of infinite lives – of the free stars trembles now: and if not one door opens to your weariness, if it’s rebuffed at every step your face’s burden, if it is yours this that’s more than pain, joy of going on alone in the clear desert of your hills
now you accept you’re a poet.
Antonia Pozzi
13th February 1935
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The sky is everywhere.
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