Protecting themselves as dark rocks beneath a sludgy slow-moving river. A family secret locked Above a large room a titanic door creaked open, black shapes in the room awaited looking to a cinema screen a film flickers into life all be seated and silent. The dark pulse of this riverscape is before them, superimposed on the screen are reels of one family’s life intermittently stopped so the deep pulse sound I added to the silhouette is heard by the audience then the reel starts again it is in mid-years now not perfect and the film stops. Once more one can feel and hear flowing waters hitting dark stones and changing textures, the river alone returns to the screen, and the audience sigh and just breath. All sound stops the river seems to stop flowing all reasons are embedded within the river rocks. The river bursts its banks, the river drains the external force, the river runs dry the rock implodes and all that is secret are gone in the end.
Neutral Zone
Aiming for the neutral zone aiming for the void, the spiritual catch space. I am not alone there are many more, we are gathered, we are one. We will be the same one day, the days of unity gentleness, and peace upon a bed of calm. With garlands upon our heads a cooling breeze weaves between all there has to be calm in the void that waits for the cleansing peace be upon our tortured selves salvation is in the portal of white shafted light.
