25.02.2021
There is repetition. A movement that goes somewhere and comes back. Goes somewhere and comes back. And again. An exploration of creating new pathways, new networks, new nodes. Expanding. Training. Learning. There is the pace. Unhurried, rhythmic beat at background. Giving us an idea of something moving forward. Time progressing. Creating a frame, a space. Defining the dimensions of the Universe in which we are located. Define space.
While I sit in meditation, the sound of space seeps in. How I imagine space sounding like even though I know in reality it is silent. I can hear metallic, machine-like, mechanical, laconic, slow screeches in distance and a round softer lighter brighter opening OM. Space sounds get mixed with a sound of a bird chirping outside. It must be one of the first birds of the spring. I don’t remember hearing them before. Something is coming to life soon. Something is being born. Again.
There are neon lights. Or maybe just streetlights in a light rain. A slightly creepy atmosphere, the one that I feel when walking on the street in a small town. It’s late in the evening but not too late. Wet darkness and blurry lights. Only after a while realizing that it’s awfully quiet. Too quiet. There must be something strange going on. My mind is running wild. Senses sharpen. But I only hear the repetitive sound of my footsteps. I am very much alive.
And there it is again. Silence. A pause. A millisecond between breaths. Between movements. The pause when something that was going up, stops, before it goes down. Change of directions. Eternity. A cycle.