Svyati

One night staying late to improvise at the Opera House, i put on John Taveners Svyati, i read the beautiful poems and tried to listen to the stories that began to speak through me, what they were saying and what could be said. Then started to open with fresh spontaneous expression and felt very much as if i had a definite shadow with me or a partner and he was responding vibrationally to me, a joy flooded my senses and my movement became old, almost ancient and sacred, I began to find rhythms and movements which have been ignored, like a real language of the soul and there was a tremendous sense of freedom as if the spirits of our ancestors were finding their voices again and connecting with my ancient movements.
At one point raising my hands above my head I felt crowned and remembered the pictures of Egyptians and birds or Golden balls on their heads and gently moved as not to let the objects fall beneath the top of my head.
Feeling so strongly and powerfully awakened, to see myself and dance, I felt my own transparency and fragile presence as a power, almost like a strong drawing in charcoal, jet black even having the sense that this person, this me, had a taste, she tasted of something & held a definite identity.
After this I can digest the recognition that the world, the earth that we live in has its own memories and essence, it is a holy and sacred force, it has a heart so large and red at its core i felt impelled to listen and walk with her when she called me, but i wouldn't advise anyone else to do the same!