When attention turns to itself
there is no tension and there is no self
There is an observation of a hand
and a pen, and a poem’s creation
There are forces in perpetual motion
giving birth to thousands of worlds
many of them with no sense of ground
composed of sounds and words
an immaterial fabric on the material plane
There is infinite space to be
in this endless search for meaning
Constantly asking myself how to become free
Where is my end and our beginning?
We have always existed together
with no reason for it
and with the millions of reasons
that appear in every moment
For the sake of connection with you
I am here
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Alina is a Russian creative who moved to Thailand in the pursuit of joy and meaning. She is currently investigating body-oriented practices such as contact improvisation, yoga, and Qi Gong.
She enjoys exploring the connection of body, mind, and soul, and to see the united parts of each human being.
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