Thank you, Joey.
Francis Pedraza

Is this flow of effortless motion unique to the ‘I’s’ act? Or is the flow that takes over when the ballerina becomes the ballet the same flow as when the poet becomes the living word? Is this loss of identity a caught upness into a singular effortless motion wherein we all participate in One flow?

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