Silence / Chiara

It seems like nothing… but how rich it is to be able to listen to the subtle vibrations of my body, to simply recognise the connection between one cell and the next, to follow this dance and to grasp the simplicity of being, of being one with life, without limits, without separations.

On the roof, the cobody started to dance with the stars and when I came out I noticed the moon, and in the silence of the mind I started to grab the strings that are tangled inside to give them back to life. I started to free the tensions following the dance that was already in motion, also in humble standing.

So living seems simple, reconnecting with the vibrations that flow through the whole which create

 them. A poetic act then becomes a vehicle which allows life to pass through you, giving way to the breath of creation to tell its own story.

A few days before my poetic act, a red caterpillar clung to my hand and, in an exhausting struggle, trembling and using my skin to grab and overcome the strain, it transformed itself into a gorgeous fragile butterfly.

It was so touching to be witness of this transformation that became my dance. I trusted within myself that Catalina’s singing would help me find the way into my own transformation and in this way allowed the moving feeling of simplicity of the being to shine through.

A world came to present itself, to unveil itself, and I was able to deliver it back to the world.

Yesterday Sayaka gave these words as a present: “don’t worry about what butoh is, but let your light shine in the world”.

Now while I try to sum up all the emotions, the discoveries, the richness, the grievances of these last four months, I notice that the biggest victory was to rediscover the poetry of my weakness and to share it with everything; no matter which shape this word might take.

Now I would like to just rest in the silence of the mind and continue to contemplate being.

Llorona… like the song, like the story of a woman of whose tears created a river… where I allow myself to flow…