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INNER MONOLOGUE (2014/2015)

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”  Rumi

I carry in me an old man, a young son, a lost child, and a forgotten soul
the body re-enters the earth 
and memories flow down like forbidden tears
the breath becomes them
and the search begins.

Choreography: Sashar Zarif
Dramaturgy: Elizabeth Langley
Concept Development: Katherine Duncanson
Costume: Sashar Zarif
Recorded music: Omur, Kirkiz Composition by Toqtoqul


PHOTOS


POETRY

to begin
to depart and arrive
I kneel for permission
I enter the mirage
savvy and sure

my love affair with the earth
and my war with the heavens
I want to stay

I believe in the garden in my gut
full of red apples and silent nightingales
suffocated leaves
green and yellow
falling and roiling and rising again
singing the breath
this is the moment that the breath becomes me
and the search begins

the search begins in the back alleys of my retired soul
worn out yet vibrant
circling the womb I came from

rising up the well that i am sinking in
wanting a black eye beauty
to take his bow-shaped eyebrows of faith
and engine the delicate arrow of his lashes
and let it go through the emptiness of my sanctuary

i for one need to be twisted not stretched
i need to fit myself between the emptiness of these seconds
and the flow of this time that i do not believe in
i need to give into gravity
that feels like a burden
just to understand the privilege of standing up

i need to exist in the space in between my joints
in the dust and in the dirt
and in sparkles of fire
that take me from rawness to ripeness down into ashes

the cycles begin again
flowing me up
calming me down
calling me what I need to be called

i have my sorrows
wounds that i just can not touch
i do not even know what they are
i keep them under my arm
warm and hidden
vulnerable and sheltered and preserved.

Sashar Zarif – December 2014

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