13.8 million years ago, in a black mirror that was not yet space as we recognize it, primordial protons and neutrons met. When they collided, they created a tone and this tone is the very first sound, as we currently understand with our earthly bodies. They collided, creating a vibration, and out of this vibration, they created a luminous kind of mist, that became a light mass, that turned into isles of light. Before stars, before celestial bodies, before earthly bodies, sound initiated the universe into existence. When this light vibration expanded, it was the birth of the very first wavelengths, and every vibration since then is a vibration of that moment. Waves have spread through the universe, and every star, planet, plant, and body contains it’s own vibrational frequency. Harmonic phenomenon exists at every scale in the universe.
Human beings have an acute awareness of octave. we can hear the same note from above us, and from below us, knowing it is the same. Perhaps this is where the phrase, “as above, so below” comes from. We know intuitively that dark and light are mirrors of each other through our experience of sound. That heaven and the underworld are mirrors of the same initiations.
Perhaps when I began making a piece about light, I made a piece about darkness.
Perhaps it is a piece about inevitable and unconditional acceptance.
Perhaps this piece is nothing more then a subsection of the art of breathing.
I am finding creating this piece very healing, and very spiritual. But what does healing mean?
I am not sure it is about feeling better, but I am sure that from my own spiritual perspective, healing is about awakening.
The first tone was born out of darkness and chaos,
out of this, togetherness was possible,
and out of that, vibrations emerged,
And then there were lights, and colors, and shapes,
A garden of all sounds.
Perhaps this is a creation myth.
a singular voice is many voices
converged centuries singing
as is a body
as is a mind
and it is all its own
seemingly cut off at the roots
and yet it sings
all the voices it has been simultaneously
and it calls to the descendants
linking hands between past and future with its earthly body
warriors at the crossroads
here we meet again
the souls inside
to a sacred song
that creates light
we are getting closer.
when they are taken they are taken for the reason that they are meant to bring us closer to the importance of brightness - of being lead into the remembrance of now - the forgetness of fear. We have a longing to belong with the beings that know gravity like us, and can tell us about it in a voice other than our own. My hands, full of fortunes untranslatable. My spirit asks my body for an exhale, my body wonders how.
We are getting closer.
Waves. Just beyond my toes, then retreating. Waves I am calling to cleanse me. Waves I would like to carry me and sometimes consume me. What if I were the wave itself? What if waves are simply Aphrodite’s eyelashes blinking as she counts the centuries, cleansing her vision of love as she gazes upon our sweet impermanence. So lucky are we, she thinks, to be so full of urgency; an urgency for love, as our hearts beat like a march or an incantation toward abandon. She blinks. The heartbeats and the waves create a percussive song. She hums. She blinks. She longs to be impermanent like us, to have a storm of feeling that is ruthless, and in that longing, she does have that feeling, and she is grateful. An urgency in our eyelids makes her fall in love with us. Our sorrow opens her heart to us. How divine, to be human, she thinks to herself. She blinks again. She gazes upon us, warriors of love, involuntarily guided by love, even in the most hateful acts. At the bottom of the ocean of existence, there is only love, and that is why we cannot breathe, the pressure is colossal. We feel small bits of its center as the waves lap up on our feet, and we long for something we have always known as the foam briefly caresses our toes. Listen. Listen to the waves that rush through your bloodlines as you look outward, feeling and uncertain certainty of abundance within.
“Welcome to the dance”
(she said, as she emerged out of the splash when I fell into the water)
Heal yourself here
Love yourself now
Speaking sorrows by singing for joy
You glorious luminosity
You. All things.
Outstretched in other realms
You rain down like stars on those you love
You are getting closer
Remain awake to the depth of your ocean
How I love you
You molder of centuries
A carrier of contemplations monumental
A love for the ages
A Goddess, gifted with impermanence
You know the feeling of now
Bless you for that
May you love fiercely,
For you must.
This is something you now understand.
We are so glad you are here.
We need you.
Your journey, worthwhile and complicated. Beauty well earned.
Live this story.
It is yours to love.
A being of love you are.
Your tragedy has been that you are a magnitude of love the world has yet to know how to carry.
A colossal love the world does not know how to hold.
You energy raiser.”
A Goddess is dancing for your freedom.
You priestess of love
Wielder of generosity
Wielder of compassion
Enough virtue for a human race
You drop into still water
Seeking to become closer and closer to a fragile reflection
And as you fall forward and descend to the underworld
Your skin flying off the bone as you fall
Tidal waves of vital nourishment
for strangers you may never meet in this world.
They will love you nonetheless.
For a revolution of rhythms
Returning to their original purpose with your every glance upon mundane things that are indeed holy.
Fall into your power.
Let it catch you, and love you for honoring it – allow it to transform you
To who you were,
Welcome yourself to the dance.
Welcome yourself to the frightening and relentless solitude of initiation.
Wrap yourself around us. We will embrace you.
I offer the inhale before a singer begins an aria. I offer the space between when you are lying in bed awake and about to fall asleep and you think you hear someone trying to speak to you. I offer you space. I will always offer you space, forever and ever even after I am dead, go sit beneath a tree, find a leaf and look at the patterns and rhythms in its composition and that is me loving you. I offer you contemplation of the incomprehensible. I offer you something that existed before any of us existed and I don’t know how I offer it. Every time I don’t know how it will all happen and in my anxiety I wait for my love and your love and the beaded necklace of our DNA to prevail. I offer everything I have because I can’t keep it for myself; it is too heavy. I offer the fragrance of childhood.
I try to offer something.
Some thing that is fundamental.