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Utopia I am the world within myself The world exists within you. Who you are, what you believe, and all the elements that compound to become the world in which you believe. The air, the wind, the water; things you need to survive. To make you complete. You are you. Everything around and abound are you. The word within. No one can become or be you. You are you, no one can take that away. Utopian societies are built on a person's belief of perfection. But exposed to others wants and needs, the utopia is really existent in one's own personal space and not that of one total, huge space. Existence: you. Response, what it is to move bodiesSoft, Smooth, slow. Was it a forced move? Easy. Proof. The body moves its own direction, unless you want it to move differently. In the middle of a movement. Can you change to another? Not without making a mistake. A fall. A break in the pattern. Sloppy. Oops. There it goes again. Movement. |
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Utopia Can we, I, them see today the feelings showing through the skin. How it walks across the street to the shelter, then the clinic, to the food line. Or maybe the phone can hear the feelings of relief. I'm here. My utopia is starting. Seeing feeling myself apart. We, them. Response, what it is to move bodiesBody movement allows us to be visible. It is nice to see someone's movement and to be seen moving. Size, shape, dimension, colors, shades, speeds. Diversity is variety and variety is new. |
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I do think that there is enough for everyone. I notice my own fear and how it turns into greed. I try to look at my power. Whatever I have, and how I can use it. I know that if I build my power there is a way that it can be good for everyone. If I build my own wisdom. If I can stay fearless. I want to return to nature and to dirt and things that grow. I believe we can heal. I believe we can. We don’t need do much and abundance is everywhere. I want people to feel safe in their bodies. Not poisoned. Not hurt. Safe and big and beautiful and free. Response, what it is to move bodies Bodies of power. Movement and stuckness. Moving fast, is there somewhere to go? Easychair and blue glow. Is there magic? Is there somewhere else to go? Is there more here than we know? Do I need you to see it? So I can see it---so we can see it. This mass. This density. Break it light as air so everything is true at once and everything is different. Somehow. |
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Utopia Distribution of resources. Why is it that so few have so much and so many have nothing? When I stop and think about it, it really bothers me—makes me want to cry. That's why I love the saying, “ from each according to his ability, to each according to his needs” I don't even know if I know what my utopia would be. I guess, if its truly utopia, I could have everything I wanted like my family together and my dad and grandma alive, Will to be happy. But other than that for me, I want others to have utopia too. Response, what it is to move bodies In doing the movements, I expected to be self-conscious and doubtful, just as I am doubtful that I could actually conceptualize my utopia. But, when I was moving, I wasn't thinking about myself, or my day at work, or the pile of laundry I have to do when I get home, or that I looked funny moving. I'm not sure what I was thinking of---maybe nothing, which would be a nice change---maybe that is my utopia, a few moments of peace in my own head. |
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