The Cleansing
We were phase-changing
Flickering through different beds and nesting places…
a montage in crossfades; appearing into one
while disappearing from another
each of them saturated with a distinctly different feeling
a fragile sense of ephemeral safety and comfort linking them
across the vast precarious land-and-time scapes of impermanence…
all of them dense in memory and energy filled objects
all of them we had to leave - always in transit - perpetually
floating between worlds
uncertainty was not the enemy though… we had to surf and slide
on its uneven surface
as water flows on rock,
and sea mammal on water.
Then when the call was heard
and we were ready
the water came
to perform the cleansing:
a long time we had waited, longed for it. and now
the time had come
in a large industrial dream-space
with huge dirty glass windows up to the high high ceiling
letting in the cold clean light
to distil our essence
The grime and the purity existing simultaneously in the space around us….
reflecting as it did the truth of the space within us
encased as we were in concrete, glass and metal
as we often are in waking life…
there was so much room to dance within
and without
and with each other
circling and spinning
around the axis of each one and round the one in-between us
naked and freed and purifying
from indoor shower-rains pouring
from above… falling from the high high ceilings
laughing in wild abandon, locked in trance….dance
pure
present
alive.
Pure
Present
Alive.