Falling

               

The River Dance

                                                                  With her hands she says to him,

                                              Oh Krishna, you are as beautiful as the monsoon clouds,

                                                            Your eyes are like blooming lotus petals

                                                     Oh Krishna - I always want to be in your presence

                                                                  The River- Movie by Jean Renoir 

Somewhere between right and wrong there is a garden. I will meet you there.

-Rumi

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

Derrick Jensen, from A Language Older Than Words.