Soul-body interaction
When the secret dialogue of things, feelings, and glances begins unnoticed before the gullible, clumsy eyes - often unpredictable instincts-desires, lures-shadows turn into small-scale, false essences.
Subject and body become one, and as calculated accomplices they silently wait for the final Nirvana fulfillment. Bare bones, scarred teeth and soft tissues strain against each other, curving in the calculated, permanent grooves of their estrangement - if you like -.
The hidden, superficial truth, just like the weak, self-sufficient romance, is becoming more and more difficult to remedy. In a more concentrated focus, the precise contours of the eyes, mouths and faces are sharpened. It's as if a person is a sniper who only hunts for an inviting target and when he spots prey that can be grasped with his hands, suddenly strikes unexpectedly.
In the consciousness of the click-thinking mind, Time is always shattered. The attention will be sharpened with the superstitious instinct-disappointments of the senses melting together. The soul feels that there is still some determined will waiting for it: a moment, a fond nostalgic memory, which has long been mixed with the familiar present.
– The contrasts of the light and shadows groping in the background tremble for gradually heavier, throbbing sighs. The opening, petaled Everything is only visible to those who, in their liberated will, were not left behind and could show the ancient, treasured admiration of their selfish vulnerability, their childish defenselessness.
Hearing the melodies of the heart with unwavering listening ears is an exceptional gift. A single moment is enough for the listening silence to stop once and for all. To what kind of unknown estuary does this nameless, nameless wave drive the two bodies that are yearning for each other?! – Wrapped in an invisible cloak, immortal love blossoms in the dance of arms...