One...
Two...
Three...
OK... "The Cat.
"You lie stretched out, face downwards, completely relaxed.
"The legs are apart,
"and the arms at right-angles to the body.
"Palms towards the floor.
You wake up
"and you draw the hands in towards the chest,
"keeping the elbows upwards
"so that the palms of the hands form a basis for support.
"The hips are raised...
"..while the legs walk on tiptoe towards the hands."
(LAUGHS)
– "So then..." – (BELLY LAUGHS)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(COUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING STOPS)
(CALMLY) Gone.
Gone.
Three...
Two...
One...
Here is an exercise of being a cat.
Could an exercise be at a point of being a subjective emergence?
That is, going through actions not to create an effect,
but to open up to further transformation.
To set to a horizon of...
..becoming something...
..at the horizon.
Supple, full openness.
A citizen that offers nothing.
But is terminally in practice
of being supple for transformation.
(DEEP, CALM BREATHS)
At this horizon,
available terrain for transformation with others.
As a form,
perhaps you are somewhat inert or flaccid
while the mediocre is pumped-up, inflated,
an activated outline, recognising other outlines.
Not acting-up for other outlines...
but setting a terrain for becoming non-citizen or kin.
(LONG EXHALE)