© 2020 my melting heart

THE FORMLESS


When I move I let breath touch every smallest living organism within I am this unit In animation There is no destination, the movement itself is the resting-place Breath moves me, Liberates, Exfoliates, Shed light on. Subtle openings Vast explosions Recalling: I am a home of the formless

There is beauty in every movement, I wear this costume of skin to express

The transparency of being