The nectar of your being
I believe a special right and privilege in this life is to be simply who you are. The fact that we speak of this as a special thing means we have lost something along our way. The flower is a flower and lives her life being one. It fights no battles to become herself, it doesn't pretend to be a dragonfly or a river. A flower lives her life unassumingly and effortlessly as a flower, going graciously through her flower journey from birth to death.
We speak of privilege of being who we are, like a title or accomplishment. Unlike the flower, we recount countless stories in our human history of fighting battles to overcome all obstacles in order to become and live life as who we are born to be. And those stories to these days can be really powerful and inspiring for most of us, to carry on the righteous battle of self-redemption. The tricky and most intriguing part of our human story is, that once upon the time when we sat to design this show, we decided to tell the story in reverse, to alter the image, to go in amnesia and forget that we in the first place came to existence and being in the same way and form as the flower.
At this point in time, in the act we are in right now, the fainted memory is slightly coming back, we are hearing the echo, the window covered in steam is giving glimpses, you are finding the courage to reach and wipe off bits. We are starting to feel that actually there is no better feeling, there is no better place to be than who we are in our essence, without the layers and armors added in the reverse story.
In the days we live in, one of the most beautiful, passionate, and meaningful battles to fight is to find out who we really, truly are. It is to remember wiping off the covered window to the soul, patiently and fiercely. An existence worth living for me means starting doing everything we can, whether a small talk, a gesture, a conversation at work, making art, our job, singing, writing, etc. from a place of deep truth, fire, genuineness, from that holy place where streams the nectar of our being. That for me seems like the best place I can ever remember to have been and to continue to be. Nothing else matters for the flower to be other than who she is made to be, godly from bloom to dawn.
We speak of privilege of being who we are, like a title or accomplishment. Unlike the flower, we recount countless stories in our human history of fighting battles to overcome all obstacles in order to become and live life as who we are born to be. And those stories to these days can be really powerful and inspiring for most of us, to carry on the righteous battle of self-redemption. The tricky and most intriguing part of our human story is, that once upon the time when we sat to design this show, we decided to tell the story in reverse, to alter the image, to go in amnesia and forget that we in the first place came to existence and being in the same way and form as the flower.
At this point in time, in the act we are in right now, the fainted memory is slightly coming back, we are hearing the echo, the window covered in steam is giving glimpses, you are finding the courage to reach and wipe off bits. We are starting to feel that actually there is no better feeling, there is no better place to be than who we are in our essence, without the layers and armors added in the reverse story.
In the days we live in, one of the most beautiful, passionate, and meaningful battles to fight is to find out who we really, truly are. It is to remember wiping off the covered window to the soul, patiently and fiercely. An existence worth living for me means starting doing everything we can, whether a small talk, a gesture, a conversation at work, making art, our job, singing, writing, etc. from a place of deep truth, fire, genuineness, from that holy place where streams the nectar of our being. That for me seems like the best place I can ever remember to have been and to continue to be. Nothing else matters for the flower to be other than who she is made to be, godly from bloom to dawn.
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