I would like these final words of these three days around the common work in the experience “now and here”.
I would like them not to be of closing, but of opening… unlocking… words of “opening” that bring to the present… the enthusiasm… the festivity.
The real festivity that is born from the encounter where word and action dance build and celebrate
How can one not rejoice at bringing into play of that poetic condition that is not one’s own? That condition… so fresh… playful… tender… that brings us back to the intimate human rhythm of the humanity where creative peace flourishes… we can be and be recreated
At the right point where it is possible to agree consent and conjugate the way birds fly in a flock
It is worth bringing up at this moment the words of a very dear poet
“come to the open, my friend”
Precious invitation to the subtle unknown that sustains us to that friendship that protects the adventure to the grace of the doing and profiling itself in the work
and finally what stops us or could stop us in trying that sort of flock to take us to travel with pleasure each time the mysteries that keep the “open”?
