I remember my first visions of moving differently. There was a presence of absence there.
A presence of will and an absence of self. It was not terrifying at all. Possibilities of undefined discovery in between the tangibles: Gravity, My Weight and Distance From the Sky.
It were dreams of birds and acrobats, wild painters and fallen leaves.
Their movement did not excite me, the imagination they brought did. Asking how will it feel? How long it will take?
And,
is it even possible?
On the way there, some schools and principles appeared. Sometime it helped and sometimes much less.
But I thank the most for the unbound flight of imagination, of the movement that will happen next.
For the fearless no one self that rolls with new sensations and ideas in a familiar room.
For never taking it too seriously.
And for the tangibles that hold the space: Gravity, Weight and the Distance From the Sky.
Video by El Maestro: @_gabriele.mariotti_
Music: Benjha