My breath deep and constant,
A rhythm well in sync.
My body folds and unfolds.
The folding and unfolding, rising and falling- all seem so subtle and monotonous at the start
As I go deeper into the process there is a wave of things folding and unfolding, rising and falling within me.
My thoughts, my feelings, my emotions, my instincts- all of them rise and fall through the wave of my breath;
All of them fold and unfold along with my physical body.
It’s a beautiful journey through the breath, mind and body.
Then comes my voice, layering the process that is already on a roll.
The entire texture of the fabric I am weaving, changes .
It changes to a new colour ,new feel and new flow.
Then you add your breath, voice and touch to my process
and the entire story of my fabric takes a new form.
It’s like our day-to-day story;
How we rise and fall with each other;
How we fold and unfold with the events that happen;
How we resonate with the breath – with self and with each the other.
Life seems like a constant journey of rising and falling, folding and unfolding- too simple to watch,
Too elaborate to live through.
My entire being is contained within this process of rising and falling, folding and unfolding;
Constantly changing form, colour, shade and texture;
Yet maintaining the uniqueness that I am blessed with.