The dance of the Cosmos

Transiting from Malaysia to Portugal, the journey continues to uncover the increasingly unique, yet subtly evident, geometries of people. I’ll leave you with a few shots of both locations, so you can see it as a blurring of pixels from one side of the world to the other. By now, the search is almost entirely anchored to the sensations that emerge from the openness of my Human Design map and the resulting mix with what is defined in the map. A console of colors, sounds, music, and images, but also tensions and densities that ebb and flow following their rhythm dictated by astral transits and the dance of the cosmos, making life much more like a film reel, each frame separated from the next. Sometimes life is difficult. For example, I could say that flying is starting to feel more like a hangover, where you’re never sure until the very last minute whether you’ll be able to catch that plane, with the extreme suffering of the body being crammed into a flying box with so many people around for hours.

La Danza del Cosmo

Sono un punto senza tempo.
Ho un calendario che mi indica i giorni.
Ma vivo nel medesimo e perpetuo istante.

Sono un punto senza spazio.
Mi convinco di muovermi nel mondo.
Ma è il mondo che si muove intorno a me.

Non sono mai realmente nata.
Ne mai realmente morirò.

Esisto da sempre,
e sempre esisteró.

Danzo nel cosmo insieme agli antichi Sufi
e la morte si fa amica.

The Dance of the Cosmos

I am a point without time.
I have a calendar that tells me the days.
But I live in the same perpetual instant.

I am a point without space.
I convince myself I move in the world.
But it is the world that moves around me.

I was never really born.
Nor will I ever really die.

I have always existed,
and I will always exist.

I dance in the cosmos with the ancient Sufis,
and death becomes a friend.