SYMBIOLOGY

In the interaction of two dormant bodies rests the secret of the melody of the oceans, the vibrational power of the clouds moving over our heads, the frequency in which the ice crystallizes. There are two forces that allow life; it is almost like there is a constant battle in nature to give shape to what we put in our mouth. The words that come secreting the nectar of from one corner of the fantasy to the rounded energetic field that we inhabit can adopt different names but yet be the same; maybe that is the reason why my name is Light. These are  speculating verbs trying to find out the reason why, these are stormy ideas tracing the parabolic arches that our bodies can emulate, progressions of perfection, ratios and proportional twists. I subsist thanks to the symbiosis of this art creating organism that fuels on master spell. I am a repetitive exchange machine pending on the valuable mistakes that are the bricks building the tower to succeed.  These are moments to be cherished, moments that will make us consider if we can accept the image that we see on the silver polished tray. It is not me anymore, is me turning around to see another turning around every single time, every single time. The doubts are getting lighter with an impalpable smoky consistence, porous columns that dispel. Walk the walk away, not at the same speed just following backwards the same trail that the other followed some time ago for the sake of your care. The bed sheets smell like baby birds, a scent that fills up with the sensation of safety, making of laying down a matter of knowing that it cannot get any better, that there is not another home or sheltering place that can equal the embrace of the eagle’s wing. There is majesty in the reliability of being a connected vase to a connected-to-you vase. These are the laws that rule the shine of my chants, my shield against foreign diatribes, making of every moment a praiseworthy historical point, turning potentiality into flowing matter.  Here comes the point where happy and thankful coexist in indestructible alloy, where ringing notes are the same as tonalities of light. B_Nour