December 13, 2010 § Leave a comment

The foot, clad in a grey, knitted sock, is slipping into the left boot and the mover is gathering the boot shape around it: fingers pulling the laces firmly through the eyelets, tying a knot, tying a bow. Repeating this now with the right boot, the inner witness is no longer sensed within the body-mind; the inner witness is momentarily without. Membranes disolve. Spaciousness prevails. Yet, feet are in socks, are in boots.


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