dharma initiatives

text by Dharma Initiatives

I find it irksome to give a detailed,        consecutive account of my wanderings inside that
cavernous,                                aeon-dead honeycomb of primal masonry.
One hears the rustling of wind in         the leaves,

forgotten bells sounding, their origin or corporeality impossible to pinpoint and further
concealed by the                    piercing notes made            by the hidden birds.

The idea that learners enter into a liminal state in their attempts to grasp certain concepts in
their subjects, presents a powerful way        of remembering and learning, involving identity
shifts which can                                entail troublesome, unsafe journeys.

(he shortly found this process to be dysfunctional)

Peering through the impenetrable woods, I found transparent glimpses which revealed
submerged                        structures, tightly shuttered by the ground, for the first times in many
ages, the face echoed the tread of human feet, lingering             in a liminal state, an unstable
space in which one may oscillate between old and emergent understandings.

boosted in the middle of the woods – stranded,

subsequently gaining the impression that this place had been deliberately closed and
deserted, rather                                 than overwhelmed by some sudden calamity or by gradual decay.
Image-leaking is permitted - investigate & document, an inanimate gatekeeper says.

                                                                a glacial gust of air came from its’ aperture,
the waves didn’t even have to speak with it, they just controlled his pathway from afar