1.0 BIO

Bio.

Woman?

Human.

Bio graphy?

Or bio logy?

A graph line,

a time line,

events in sequence forming a life story…

Oh, all the glory!

Or is it the logy?

Like a bio-lodge body.

In which I rest.

Is this a test?

What u c when u look at me is a reflection of your projection.

Assumptions,

conditioned opinions,

someone else’s borrowed lessons…

a form,

a shape,

an eye,

yes mine, mine, mine, mine!

That’s all fine.

But where am i?

u point at me

and when u do,

what do u c?

“my” art is an expression of the outmost elation

an energy in motion combining into e/motion

a transfer

from it 2 me 2 u.

It is beyond the personal,

beyond agendas,

beyond limitation,

free from the bondage of space-‐time dimension

not having to belong to socialization

My art isn’t mine; as I can not my self define.

Remove the removable.

What’s left?

Define the divine; isn’t that a pickle!

Through the looking glass,

via my viewfinder,

life’s highest intensity being presents itself.

I hold my breath…

wait…

Beyond the thoughts,

beyond individualization,

this indescribable sensation

Spacious awareness without conceptualization.

The filter removed.

Life is an art - process

re-designing me

through which I disappear onto all that the I can c n b.

Infinity of wonder,

still sequences of moment to moment present unfolding.

i c - gull gliding through love..

a - maze - (through which I run and capture what is already) - me[a]nt.

Life at its fullest ordinary miracle

Never dullness,

but rather a quiet whispering uprising.

My beloved wave.

i am as clear as water.

click,

click.

Eye imprint through what i c.

a gift of life through u 4 me