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…
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,
click.
Eye imprint through what i c.
a gift of life through u 4 me