Immediately and always I am immersed in all-encompassing empty space. Void of form except for four white washed walls. With myself I am alone, and there is another coiled and curled in the corner. His body coalesced in magnificent colors – recreating his form, his figure, his internal expressions continuously. Everything about him flowed with the unforgiving beauty of nature. He was ever-changing, growing near nothing, yet always something – something wonderful.
With the wherewithal of water, his formless matter made serendipitous streams. Loose like light refracted and contracted over closed eyelids. Lifting weightless were bolstering blues brought down from skies or over from certain persons eyes, into his hands his heart, and in half a minute had touched over every part of him. Yesterday’s yellows yanked him from side to side, bending over the horizon of this landscape-like person. Receding reds, ever only a second seen before seeming to sink back inside again. Yes, he was full, overflowing with color from within. Every bone bending, every hue blending. Yes, he was always beautifully changing.
Yet, coiled and curled he was. Crept, crawled, crammed into that corner. I found him but he was always there – illuminating within. And in that moment I handed him my hand. He came out from that lost space and invaded the infinitude of possibility without. All his eyes touched trembled in anxious expectation. Awaiting their arrival in him. Everything was on the beautiful brink of becoming.