The subtlety of the experience is utterly beyond you.  You wave your arms and legs around and think you’re having a spiritual moment.  You hug me and I feel nothing.  It’s all about you, always.  Every particle of my being is responding to the finest and most subtle flicks and leanings of this air stream.  Being rooted in one place is not a static state.  Each appendage, each curvature, each texture is subtly different, emanating from a fluid core. Don’t ever call me beautiful, glorious or grand.  Your adjectives reveal your own projections.  Keep your hands off and stand well back.

Paradies, Konstanz Germany Oct 2017

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