SOUL-BODY INTERACTION

  
When the secret dialogue of things, feelings, gazes, before the deceivable, foolish eyes, is already unnoticed, the often unpredictable instincts and desires of the decoys and shadows are transformed into petty, false essences. 

Subject and body become one, and like calculating accomplices silently and silently await the final Nirvana fulfillment. In the calculated, enduring trenches of their ecstasy, if you like, bare bones, wounded teeth and soft, hard tissue are curled against each other. 

The hidden, superficial truth, like the tenuous, self-serving romance, is becoming increasingly difficult to remedy. A more concentrated focus sharpens the precise contours of eyes, mouths, faces. It is as if one were a marksman, hunting only for an inviting target, and when he sees a tangible prey, he suddenly and unexpectedly strikes. 

In the mind of the clattering mind, Time is always shattered. Attention sharpens and then merges with the superstitious instinct-baiting of the senses. The soul senses that something desperate still awaits: a moment, a fond nostalgic memory long ago blended with the familiar present. 

- Contrasts of light-shadows groping in the background quiver into gradually heavier, panting sighs. The opening, petalled Allness is visible only to those who have not hesitated to show, in their liberated will, the primal, treasure-glory of their selfish vulnerability.