That earth spirit
black, dark, flame flickering at the end of the tunnel
i appreciate our ancestors who took care of the soles of their feet
that feet rooted to the earth
that spirit rooted within the body underneath the skin
the soul is not separate from the body
butoh cries out in the darkness for a dance
there is a silent scream
then a piercing sound, you see a Woman's body as she convulses on the ground
you notice the beautiful tendons and muscles in the back and thighs of this one male dancer
Ohno's hands are veiny and paper thin and utterly divine the way it ripples
butoh spirit to the ground and I find my journey for that way of life
starts with taking care of the soles of my feet
Duende and that color black
one step and you won't come back