Between us all
Currents
Some all flow
Some rigid
Some dead on arrival
Some intense
Weaving in and out in slow motions
Below the conversation
Above the silence
Around the space
Circling
Feel it in less than a second
Determining where you go
Without forcing
Sit still when its rigid
Watch it naturally move away
Over time
While you play in the flow
Shielding the intensity
Finding the softer moments
As an entry
Move through there
Where its dead
Hover
Floating peacefully away
In kindness
Bumping against the material
Spinning backward
Your hands reach for a star
Swimming forward in the daylight
Middle of this room
Sending signals in every direction
Where is the reflections
What is coming toward you
Keeping an eye
What is not
Closing your mind
No one
Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos 
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