Body is a Labyrinth. Body is the red thread. Through it you go to find what feels truthful, real. You bring back the lifewater and a calcified memory of what kills truths and ideas. The red thread is the map: for each time you enter the labyrinth—the path will be rearranged.

You reach the final turn and end up at the central point—the eye of the labyrinth. Here runs a basin of an underground stream. No one has ever found out where this water comes from. The sound of this stream pierces through your heart. Your palm penetrates the current and you pull up your hand to your mouth to taste the spring water. Another time... See more

To write is to walk a labyrinth. To make art is to walk a labyrinth.

All of this is a practice and act of fine-tuning the feeling instrument. Re-sensitizing the body, giving permission to feel and discern.

Permission to feel and discern .

Your readers will also sense the same flatness when you write something that does not stir a bone in your own home.

Writing that is not yours will feel flat

Writing truth will open valves of new energy . It will liberate parts of you from being captive for many years. It takes a lot of psychic and physical energy to resist truth. It chronically exhausts the body. It wears off your tissues and bones. When we move against truth of the body and truth of the soul, it brings illness.

To write is to acclimatize your body to a continuous sensation of truth and move deeper into it. It strengthens, it supports, it gusts flexibility. Something turns in your stomach. Your heart opens to a potential new stream of thought. A valve decalcifies.

But rarely do we feel safe while telling the truth that comes from our bodies. Especially, when truth is not allowed in our families, households, work, schools, societies. Today, people get arrested, sentenced, and killed for telling, writing, and publishing truth. And with them, dies a larger body of humanity. There is no future without people who... See more