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Activities for when words are not enough

Activities for when words are not enough Red Threads This is a Poem that has No Name Our own Architects of Disruption Ritual of Being Do it! Whatsay Shadows are Real Stories of Between Falcon with a Snake Around his Neck Spiritual Compass Wayfinding Rana Akka Radiens

When Words are not enough We are daemons of between becoming in that moment in becoming that moment becoming moment moment moment becoming in that moment in becoming that moment becoming moment moment moment becoming in that moment in becoming that moment becoming moment moment moment And in that moment of strange ritual I became you A vast nothingness Of completion Until there was not the slightest space for anything else Blowing in the wind Blowing in the wind My head is blowing in the wind Falling down falling down With a woosh and plop You may exorcise the daemons But I am a door that can not be shut Digging into the depth of a void Is just an exercise for daemons I became you A floating island Dancing in the wind Dancing in the wind My mind is...

The Story That Breathes Back we did not come here to just press play to recite predictable scripts we came here …because the walls remember because the silence between screens hums with unfinished sentences because someone else's voice still echoes in your mouth and you mistook it for your own — here — story is not archive it is apparition not a past retold but a future rehearsing its first breath so welcome to the between Between what was and becoming where you are not the audience but the thread pulled loose the ritual unspooling the deliberate flaw in a tapestry designed to break just enough to let us through

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