It was very early.
The light of the sun was just beginning to seep over the horizon.
I was the only one awake. I gently closed the front door
and walked down to the beach.
The emerging light was beginning
to bring out the blueness of the sea and the sky.
I took off my clothes, slipped into the cool water,
and began to swim slowly out towards the rising sun.
The expanse of the sea spread out before me.
I was alone, naked and free.
An open space.
The sound of water gently flowing and rippling.
I dance continuously, conversing with a mellifluous flute melody.
No edges, only fluidity, like blood.
The air provides a subtle resistance, as if I am moving through water.
forming an internal landscape through which I dance.
I feel like I am both swimming and flying.
I feel vibrantly peaceful.
a bus ride along the Seine
The 72 bus runs from
the bottom of Paris 16 to Hôtel de Ville.
The Seine graces its route.
As I ride it, on the way to somewhere in the center of town,
the long arm of the river offers tranquility.
Bridges arch gracefully over it,
providing an architecture for its continual flow.
Statues extend fearlessly towards it,
suspended over its current.
The ripples of the water glisten in the sun
and reflect fragments of the host of majestic buildings
that line its banks.
These fragments float into my mind
and converse with fragments from my life,
bringing us together to something.
Bill Viola A Portrait in Light and Heat
Grand Palais, Paris 2014
Gently flickering blue lights float towards me as I move into a dark room
with a bench placed at a comfortable distance from a screen suspended on the wall.
As I sit down, I shift into a place where time, space and perception undulate seamlessly.
A slowly moving image of a desert, whose light and heat
create suggestions of hallucinatory images – mirages –
give me a layered perception of reality.
The images enter into a slow-motion dialogue with my life.
Disparate memories and the undulating lights in front of me
meet in an abstract sea of peace.