I’ve been pondering for quite some time one of Caravaggio’s paintings, the Boy bitten by a lizard. It came to me in a flash of intuition...

The bell tower points like a finger To the empty sky. Where are all the stars? I have been many things and none Has lasted. Does...

Over the past four months I’ve been discovering and experimenting with Contact Improvisation (CI). I’m primarily interested not so much...

I’m a tune in A minor, Dark blue, foggy, without words, But a vibrant tone that leaves No doubts: let me cry, let me Say that I’m weak...

The body: still warm and seemingly alive. Like the morning bed remembering still Dreams and fancies of the past night. The body: still...

I’ve heard from a student that it would be interesting to discuss how Buddhist teachings can shed light on romantic love. This is a...

My story ‘s simple. I was waiting, My eyes wide open, Searching for little More than… 'I don’t know'. But only when closed They could see...

Freedom is not the power of choosing what I want. There is no such a power. First, because it’s not up to me to decide what I can want (I...

I—don’t know. But you: Will you dare to dance Les Folies d’Espagne? I—can endure the pace Of waiting and waning Slowly into silences, and...

We know and experience reality by getting in touch with it. This figurative way of speech is taken quite literally in the discourses of...

It rains, and rains, and rains— The earth is a drum of a thousands Rhythms, yet so dry it remains— Words like trembling droplets that...

I became interested in contemplative practices six years ago. For some reason, it didn’t remain a side hobby, but quickly became the...

Blindfolded by our little stories We roam prisoners of petty desires. Afraid of falling, we forgot how to Stand on earth and roll, and...

Did you hear? The future is sold out. I wanted to give you my smartest words. But it will take ages for them to Paint even a rough...

Keep the Truth, I want to fall. Don't wake me up. You're my dream. I don't care for the wise, they understand not. Gravity is my guide,...

Sleepwalkers all around, deep into their dreams. I slipped in the empty room, Searching for the dawn of movement. You were there. Were...

A bit of background In a couple of other posts (this and this) I have described the general idea behind free conscious movement (or the...

Did you hear the song of the ground? A soft tune beating here beneath Your feet. Listen! As it whispers: "You can trust me. Yield, roll,...

The following notes present a general vision and some practical guidelines for highlighting the potential of embodied conscious movement...

Experience is always about content and container, life-form and environment, center and horizon. Most often, our attention is focused on...