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The Day’s Delight: That Which Opens

Movement without thought: fingers on piano keys, or the whole body dancing in response to a leading hand, or swimming naked in the dark: thoughts are gates, but the truth was never hiding. If I close my eyes, something else opens.

I am interested in every kind of knowing without thinking, without vetting, without ranking: sole to soil, palm to palm, breath to sound and silence.


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