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Dance
“We climbed up. We descended,” said Zeynep breathing through her shamanic mask.
“Is it carved from tribal memories?” said Lucky.
“Masks are symbolic manifestations in diverse cultures. Mask dance is a ritual, worn in a dance trance. Wearing a mask you become the thing you fear the most, your essential nature. Masks hide a human’s consciousness of fear.
“Dance is about process, becoming from stillness, from nothing. Shiva symbolizes the union of space, time and destruction. Dance is ancient magic. People seeking transformation wear masks representing gods or demons. Dance is the incarnation of energy from the source. We are from the source. Have courage to wear your natural face mask. The entire universe is a vast theatre. Death does not exist.”
“Humans evolved their ability to scheme and deceive behind masks,” said Lucky. “How do they manifest compassion and love without projecting guilt and shame on others while wearing their mask?”
“That's an eternal life quest,” said Z. “It requires daily practice and letting go of ego. Cogito ergo sum. They think their mask is reality. It's not. It’s artificial, an illusion, a myth, a projection of their fear.”
Hanoi Ethnology Museum
mind stream transmission
The Temple of the Divine Madman
Bhutan
Druk Yul - Land of the Thunder Dragon
Keep it raw
Human flourishing
Eudaimonia
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Under this mask, another mask.
I will never be finished removing all these faces.
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Wandering river mystic wind
Rhythm of world
Dances
No fear
Expanding joy
Contentment
Laughter therapy
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Jump out of your skin
Backwards
Dream
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Mind-stream transmission
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form
Listen to wisdom and beauty
I am a person who listens for a living.
I listen to wisdom and beauty.
Hold your space.
Listen deeply.
Zanshin - "the mind with no remainder." The mind is completely focused on action
and fixated on the task at hand. Be constantly aware of your body, mind and surroundings
without stressing yourself.
- effortless vigilance
- live your life intentionally and act with purpose
- the act of iving with alertness
- awareness and focus.
You arrive in a village. So long, so far you are a stranger to yourself.
Your mask eats your face.
Eight red monks dance through a walking meditation.
Silence feels the gentle rhythm inside labyrinithian joy.
Play the blues harp on the back of a motorcycle.
Your journey is shorter than a breath, in-out.
You have arrived.
Poetry is in the street. It goes arm and arm with laughter.
Words are insufficient.
mask eats face
He broke down.
He returned to the bamboo shock shacks in deep rutted fields. Under cover. She wasn't there. Massage love called a sprite of 25 wearing flower ring on her finger. Silver with seven petals. Open. Consternation in his weak heart. He felt the sense of loss. Accept loss forever.
This symbol, how it transformed men's eyes into want.
This silent metallic flower only now, under a weak light as mama smiled through her destined crooked teeth, saying, Money.
Ling's 25-year young friend is beautiful, they all are, in an immature, petulant way.
Lack of confidence met betrayal.
Betrayal knew the stranger desired L.
The sensitivity of seeing the future with Awareness - Attention – Non-attachment.
Transference - emotions - an instinctual way of living objectively.
POWER
Masks - good or (d)evil?
- money or sex
- relationships
- life and death
- beauty and truth
The mask eats the face.
Maybe, she said, being a Player. Lying in her Ling heart. No intention. Intention is karma.
She got what she needed. Money. Traded her passion for cash. You can't put passion in the bank. You can't eat passion, it eats you. Grasping is suffering.
Solvent with clear heart. Heart had nothing to do with passion. Passion sang its joy describing her minor character.
The 3-act play ran five weeks in Luang Prabang.
On opening night her love opened like a flower. It rained flowers over a lonely man.
Mutual needs were satisfied.
Intuition augured well, laughing.
It's difficult to take any of this seriously.
Posture. Breath.
Plant heliotropes. Night aroma in gardens.
