Rem-Iseul Kim

“The snow falls and dances without a need to be noticed. although it glimmers at a greeting. a smile. voices speak while the snow dampens and clears the air for all to be heard and yet… “

“this isn’t me speaking anymore is it?”

“it’s light and fluffy and greetings and awareness of all that is you and isn’t you and is dark and is you as well. it is me. it is you. everything falls in between and outside. at war with nothing. solid breath, solid earth, yin, yang, oh and how the birds. they sang. they sang without a need to be heard.”

“everything painted and lost and found. no lack. there’s no duality. only the shedding of previous forms and rhythms to find anew, a purpose. to a fresh, new stillness.”

“lack of thought, lack of form, all of which we can adore to bring peace. and stability in all the world’s turbulence.

“what does it all mean? where does it all come to. I don’t know. I can’t speak for life. I don’t even know when I can speak for me.”

“warm breath, chest to chest, to become a member of this. all of this. all of the depth and mud and white and sunlight. we’re curving, we’re unique. just sit still, for a moment and allow us to speak.”

“I can hear you!”

“we know.”

“for how long?”

“as long as you can listen through your window we will speak until time comes to an end.”

“which it never will”

“right.”

“what am I here for?”

“to leap and bound, to be, to speak.”

much love,

the snow covered plants outside the window & rem-iseul