I do not know who or what I am, I often find myself wandering the spaces in between.

 

Shaped by Western and Eastern culture where God sometimes appear like Christ with Buddha's expression dressed in a shaman's accoutrements, whirling like a Sufi mystic.

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Between words and movements, in the silence, I sense the meaning and depth of being.

 

Between existence and non-existence, I let Life's creativity express itself through me.