Sometimes I think that the form may be likened to a stained glass window.
One day, when it’s cloudy, it looks one way. On another, sunny day, when the sun is behind it, it’s very different. Perhaps, on another day, a bird or a butterfly flies by behind it.
The picture it presents is always changing, always fresh.
It is always a presentment of the current moment, and as such, the form is always alive and new.
Handwriting
Each person’s form is different, like handwriting.
We all use the same alphabet, the same principles of slow, relaxed movements originating from our centers. Yet each of our forms is individual and unique, an expression of our own place in the universe.
It is always fresh and new, and, like our handwriting, or our fingerprints, is uniquely our own. And yet, we can all read each other’s handwriting (mostly).
We all use the same letters and the same language, and yet, what we perform is uniquely our own, a perfect expression of our current moment in space and time.
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