As action becomes quiet in nature
The way nature is quietly just so
The colour of skin turns into spots of white and redblue
All expanding silently in mystery
Turned into a breath
Turned out invisible
When action became quiet in nature, mind became equally so and there was no discussion of what was taking place, there was no longer in experience a definable protagonist who claimed the ownership of that experience, there was no ‘I’ who claimed the hand or the face or the movement. Through paying attention I encountered a difficulty in ‘knowing’ or locating where or who the self was, a difficulty in locating a core, within an experience of movement.