This bamboo sound color This halting sound shape
I can not grasp It. "I" can not grasp "It" nor be grasped by "It"....
Sound shapes create space and time. Silent shapes make emptiness.
Interwoven shapes resonate: Vibrate: Rhythmic song. In the middle of the journey Only sore feet here
searching frantically
Shakuhachito mío,
So imperfect,
Is complete:
All that I am right now.
The sum of the me-experience.
Weak, strong and illogical,
The dusty mirror of myself/Self...
The Sum Now Point...
Changing
Only in the blowing...
So human, trembling, royal energy sound
Resonating.
Anacrusis
It is too big;
I am too small.
There is only one answer:
To be grasped by It...
To dance with It.
Anacrusis II
No "I"
No "It"
Only seeing, hearing, touching
The "I" mask functions, grasps, dances, plays, suffers, fears, enjoys...
Seeing through the mask, inventing
Only shadowplay moving
Silent Stillness...
Only this
Only
Untitled
Is/Is Not
Not Be/Be...
The Only Journey
Having come no distance...
Going no distance...
Yet going, dizzy with the going,
going...
Searching, searching...
In the middle point
Then falling through...
Yes!Pequeño
Hijito, el más pequeñito de mis amores.
Corazoncito mío,
Tu sonido me conmueve las entrañas,
Me estremece.
Sos mi vida
Y también
serás mi muerte,
Hijita mía,
Hassuncita mía.