Deep Adaption – Kissing the Void Retreat
Writing / James Soane
The Void Is
A gap, a space, a loss
Frightening and frightful
Lost and found, I am lost
I am love
A second, a minute, a year, a century, a millennia – a time
Time to say, to think, to process, to rename, to learn to relearn to unlearn, to leave behind.
This void is not your void
It is everyone’s void
The ID of VOID
The mind, to lose your mind, to hunt it down to miss it
To find it, in pieces and in fragments, blasted by the void
Infinity and forever, ending in darkness.
This black hole, almost invisible now, is a force sucking us in
Not knowing what is on the other side
But there just might be – another side
A kiss away
To bear witness in these times is
A mistake, an error, a blip, a catastrophe
An un-making of all that has been made
It is a breaking.
A huge tear
An ending of a story
We are being asked to leave now.
The lights are going out and it is very dark outside.
Where to go?
Where to shelter?
Who shall I talk to?
When my love and I were separated it should have been the end.
And yet I am still here
Alone with others
I am paused
When the body leads
A stretch, a move turning into moves
An ache, a new pain, an old heart, a dance
A sense of longing hoping to be more free
To move away, in the dance,
More fluid and more powerful and more delicate that ever before.
The flow of your life is here in every tiny moment,
But did you ever know that?
Did you not see that your body faithfully records every single thing
you have ever done, ever thought and ever will do?
Until. Until it has done enough
More than enough, and
Is called by time
Your movements will stop, like everybody’s always will
To make way for stillness
Another is just waking