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it was a great joy to create this video… on true Love and Narcissus, with Lindsay Treen’s incredibly beautiful and deeply moving music and Andrew Wood’s stunning and unique sculptures…and an amazing seaside setting for dance film footage…

as a theme I was interested in exploring love as what we all deeply desire…unity…coming home in oneness..and the often subtle and unconscious withdrawal from that we enact…

True Connection

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A tidal wave
washes
away

all ideas
all presumptions
all sense of separateness seemingly holding a seeming someone in a seeming place

and it is named
love

(new photomontage and poem, February 2017)

humanity is one

another spontaneous poem and prayer, one of the ones I got up for very early in the morning, it is so simple, yet it seems like this can not be contemplated often enough:

the fall from love

A new way of working is beginning to emerge, spontaneously in the moment manifesting poetic considerations:

So far I have done a few on my own at home, some of which I recorded. It will be interesting to see how these evolve in response to people in the room and possibly their questions.

Gosh

The fear of persecution is in my family genetics. My grandfather had to prove to the Nazis that he didn’t have any Jewish family members 400 years down the line in the family tree.

My grandmother refused to do the ‘Heil Hitler’-greeting and risked her life for it. I always carried this fear in my bones that speaking against injustice, or just not being on the right side of the fence for whatever unreal reasons can cost your life.

Well and here comes Donald Trump. It has become evident that it is not the time for staying silent, or to pretend a spiritual life can be lived ignoring the movements of the world today. He sure brings out the best in me, and the calling for truth in the moment is bigger now than my fears.

Hence here I found myself, speaking infront of hundreds of people at a demonstration against Donald Trump’s Muslim ban.

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a self portrait is not a face…

…it is infinitely bigger than your face… And I found a way to honor my father’s death in the performance “The Cycle of Life or The Light Shines Ceaselessly”who had died in my arms.

I enjoyed this particular occasion so much, especially because of the inspiring conversations that evolved afterwards. I love the beautiful space at the Isbourne Foundation in Cheltenham and thoroughly enjoyed working with Lindsay Treen, as always. She is a creative gem, from whom I have learned lots.

Thanks so, so much to everyone who has made this evening possible.

With Love…

more videos of live dance-poetry offerings

“Presence”

A contemplative video inspired by Saniel Bonder’s beautiful poem “Presence” which I came across on Facebook one day. In gratitude to him for  the collaboration on this film and to everyone who made it possible. The footage used was filmed in the wonderful Randwick Woods near Stroud in Summer 2016.

a new video on ways of working

Why do I dance poetry? Why do I offer workshops? Find out more about me in this little video clip:

upcoming performance at the Isbourne Foundation 11/11/2016

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upcoming workshop at the same venue: 20/11/2016

book your space here

for more information on both events you can also visit the calendar on my page. Thank you!

the garden of light

I was practicing for the upcoming performance of “The Cycle of Life” (Isbourne Foundation, Cheltenham Nov 11th) today and in the midst of it a new poem made it’s way:
The garden of light
is forever flowering
in a myriad of forms
this is the dream
the worlds are rushing through
and all the madness and beauty is
the one who speaks
the brightest flower
has no shape but all
and these futile words are made
to pour nectar into the flow of life
into the heart-broken heart of love
that shines it all
suffers it all
nurtures it all
destroys it all
as is
wake up Beloved
wake up
as the garden of light forever flowering in its myriad of forms

a universal prayer for peace

one inexplicable universe

one starlit endless sky

one green and blue planet amongst countless others

one profound mystery

 

one deep, vast ocean all around

one body of earth and rock and fire

one air one water one wind one body

one sound

one silence

one gravity

one light

one day one night

 

one inexplicable universe

one magnificent and magical organism of aliveness

in forever changing forms of wondrousness

one love

one heart

one true happiness shining in all eyes

 

one pain of all the horrors

one pain of all the fake divisions

one pain of all ideas of “I” and “me” and “mine”

one pain of all the “I am good” and “you are bad” perceptions

one pain of all the fears of the so-called other

one pain of all the love-destructive forces

one pain of all the unnecessary sufferings

 

one responsibility

one love

one love

one

love

one colourful and bright and shining humanity

the golden ring

photo 14I was doing some filming the other day in Randwick Woods in the last flowering blue bells of this spring.  I took my golden ring off and put it in my bag. My golden ring was bought in 2003 after I became a devotee of Adi Da Samraj and very valuable in all possible ways. It was a symbol for my deep love and commitment to Adi Da Samraj, it always felt like a chosen ‘marriage’ to the Divine.

This day I lost the ring, I had put it into the same pocket as my car keys, and must have accidentally pulled it out with the keys without noticing when I got back to my car with the equipment… for some reason I had a feeling for a while that I wasn’t meant to wear it anymore… but the message hadn’t quite sunk in yet.

So when I couldn’t find it when I got home, I felt I was meant to lose it. I looked for it but couldn’t find it. I was mainly sad because I wanted to pass this significant and very personal piece of jewelry onto my son when I died and I have often spoken to him about that.

My idea was when I physically died… but in some ways I have been through a process of dying…including the  dying of the identification with the relationship to my Spiritual Master as ‘an other’ to relate to in Love. I can not see any separation anymore… now there is only Love, only One.

I sung a song “please dear ring find your way back to my son, find your way back to my son as you belong to him, you belong to him…”

On a practical level I put a sign up by the parking space at the woods with my phone number.

The next day I was ecstatic.

I  created this image called “Happiness Is” and wrote the following poem:

photo 13

the ring of
truth

has no shape

I am home right there, right here, right everywhere, and nowhere too

the ring of gold

was only on loan

for as long as the form of a dearest Beloved was needed

to pull away the clouds of apparent I from the infinite mystery of being
the beyond in all has come to take this body

the beyond in all has come to be what is

the unknowable is here, is me, meets itself again

in the subtlest hello of a meeting that never happened in time and space
the fingers bare

not adorned by any shape of gold anymore

no knowledge to where the gold is lost

just the knowledge it hasn’t been taken from anyone, as there is no-one
I owed my Beloved everything

He has always already owned me.bluebell wood

I offered Him everything

and He has taken

it…

I am swallowed

eaten

dying
widely and wildly alive

into timeless, nameless unknowable reality

 

The following day after writing this poem I received a text message:

I have  found a ring… please call this number. It was that very golden ring…

and guess what… new video to follow…xxx