Part 1- The Habitual Ritual In One Movement to Counteract Struggle and Gain A Formulated Truth
The struggle of this life is a beautiful, tremendous and liberating journey. To free ourselves from our shackles we crave love, knowledge, and spirituality: illumination. Oh, what a joy it would be to glow in the light of a lover’s eyes or to be filled with honey-the vast knowledge of the scholar who spent his life in academia or the traveling rambling rebel who has gained knowledge from coal miners, humble women who slave in truck stop dinners, and have gained an intuition from walking dangerous streets. He or she has seen the beauty and the decay and vice versa. Breathing, eating, sleeping and loving are the primary functions. This is all we wish to achieve yet many of us are unsure how to go about this task. From the darkness of the cityscape one reaches out for the all-encompassing light. Knowledge foams at the mouth and his/her heartbeats and jolts for this acceptance and love.
THIS COULD BE OUR RENEWAL.
The figure in the darkness resides in his or her ever-engaging mystery and jolts, swells, and shakes engaged with the honey that is sending him or her into a trance. This however is momentary but the expression is enough to fulfill fresh breath into shriveled lungs. This celebration and expression of our struggle is deeply rooted into our existence and is the most primitive yet intellectual, philosophical expression of our time: the highest and lowest form of art.
MOVEMENT AS RITUAL.
THE STRUGGLE ENDURES as tides hit shores, lovers embrace in a cleverly planned union, and the shaman appears to heal. We are
the busy bees-humble workers and lovers who are always reaching for the light.
Part 2- Our Successional Renewal, Hope, and Prayer: New beginnings and Endings.
The light always remains unreachable; this is the way things we’re devised. Perhaps through expression for what should be granted at birth and a parent’s only deeply rooted concern for their youth: Happiness can take form. There are second chances- in an age of mass consumerism and impending doom (it has been impending since the beginning of time): renewal can take flight. We can build a new foundation among the concrete blocks. This however will be momentary. Life does not endure in the flesh. We must rest.
Perhaps through the beautiful sediment of generosity and exchange-empathy can be reached. Only if it is a spectacle for one.
Beauty and decay among the concrete barricades
With a desire to reach enlightenment
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