Inside

 

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They had never actually met until that moment as they worked on each other. Their hands were unknown in the same way as their births and their deaths were and would be. 

‘It’s strange that this is called “a turn,” isn’t it?

She giggled in school-girl-like way though her female maturity was well-established and uppermost in almost every situation. A senior teacher and professional, she found the role of ‘pupil’ of becoming alien and yet amusing. I took my place, arranging my stance, legs hip-width apart, shoulders matching, and each second of this preparation meant that increasingly more of the soles of my feet were spreading across the woodblock floor, grounding me into the Earth.

She walked behind me slowly laying her Parisian scent as she turned, her brilliant raised white shirt collar blasting my peripheral vision with its snow. Taking up the identical position behind me we became one, drenched in the voice of our guide, the voice without a god, without faith or thought.

 

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‘Gravity is not an external force which we whimsically notice or not…………………..’

‘It is not outside, to be possessed or its presence invited……………………………….. .’

‘You are gravity and it is your embodiment of it that brings us to notice its eternal existence. Your Earth needs you as much as you need it……………………………………………………………………. ‘

We were ready, inverted mirror images of each other, fully embodying our breath which had deepened in tandem with our listening.  Your arms raised in slow motion from emptiness. There was nothing to be done.  There would be no outcome. Your widened palms and lengthened fingers with their bitten fingernails would at some universal ‘moment’ make soft contact at the base of my neck. We breathed together without distraction.

 

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‘You have made Earth rich, a different kind of tree…………………………………….. ‘

There would be no end to this feeling, this state of lightness every man-second of which was newly experienced, its mystery a raindrop.  For we were firmly treading the path away from the smallness that man has become squatting in the shadow of a god, away from the arrogance of ‘being’ to our rightful place in the dignity of ‘becoming.’

Endlessness. Integration.

‘…….and each human tree is a mighty individual that can step into the full light and gaping sky……………………….. ’

Later, our ‘tree-ness’ continued on as we sheltered draped along the Earth instead of standing perpendicular to it.  Your fingers with their rings were inside my womb moving slowly and softly and we breathed the eternal one breath.

‘I’ve never been inside before. It’s such a relief that there is no outcome, just becoming.’

 

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Words and images by Linden Thorp

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