Life Rest

Should you wonder about the place or the time of my work, follow me, I am my work.
And look at me long, as if I were the skies. Or look at the skies as long as you can and you’ll be fine.

This is a script not for today but for tomorrow, not for me, but for you:

Start early morning or even the night before, tonight.

Keep the quietude.

Even keep quiet sometimes.

Turn quietness into a quality that can be added to whatever you do. Dose it wisely and relentlessly. Add a bit of quiet in every thing that you do.
(This and a form of attention close to lucid rest can be enough. Or,)

Give up worrisome laziness.

Dance the little dance between the two movements – that of initiating an action and that of trusting the process. This is such a big mistery.

Allow for big events to force you rest. Nothing like the silent appearance and disappearance at dusk of 2 simultaneously jumping deers. The silence can be a long-awaited violent rest finally hitting.

Slowly switch the frequency altogether and meet everyone there. But first her.

Trust the gaze to initiate the active rest, find places where to situate yourself, if anything, God is movement; trust the body and the air. Lean on them and they carry you nicely.

Nonetheless, look at the sky as much as possible during the actions of the day. And trust the ground to release your anxiety.

Go through people and air only following that frequency. You could approximate it as energetic or mystical or a mystery, or a way of love, ontological love, not psychological. It is neither, but all. It has its ways to connect affectively or intuitively. And somatics is very important. When there is prayer involved and language, it is a prayer with the body and with the life.

Language, that is a complication. Refresh it with some quietude.

Do not be scared when the new body will start and you’ll connect landscape and skies and air with limbs and joints. What is a person that requires your attention so every morning?

In the dots and spots of cemetery and fog, and then again cemetery and fog, there’s where I see you.

Do not be scared of the convex compact sky leaking on you. Nature as a state of mind or as a new mind or old mind, your own.

And do not be scared of the new plateau feeling, that you are being carried and surrounded by others, in a line, while entering the water, or immediately after waking up.

(text written in relation to the performative practice Life Rest, initiated by it and prolonging it indefinitely)