words on several feet under water & death: by branco

a journey towards death

to enter a map of scores is to look into the unknown, encountering death as renovation of power, vitality, awareness and creation. Taking the curiosity as the punching motor to find other possibilities apart from the ones I know. If I am able to dare to die, each day, every day and trust that the floor is my support to bounce out and fly, I allow danger to come closer and find other ways of responding to it.

To walk the path of death facing it, allows oneself to loose all, accepting other entities to arise and talk through. Entities which are nothing more then different dynamic qualities of oneself. Unfolding oneself to encounter those qualities and take them in a hand, as the rider does with the horse. If one let it go, the horse will take over. If one does not shows the way to the horse, it might stay eating the best grass. When rider and horse are one, the ride itself is both. Then one can take from the experience and learn how to let the body remember it. Learn how to register the experience itself. Then let it go. It is gone. It must be.

I allow coming the one I do not know that I know, yet I am.