The eyes… they are open like that.
When the spirit, slightly, flees for them, from outside arrives something that resembles a butterfly, a butterfly made of spirit - will it be able to penetrate your spirit without difficulty?
Are your eyes ready to let you in?
When the butterfly is about to enter, will you dance with eyes that welcome it?
Always on the move, with lightness – it is necessary to dance with lightness for it to be welcomed.
As if there were an entry and exit door for the spirit, a fundamental door.
What is born with it? Is it your joy or your sadness?
What is up?
In its coming and going, the butterfly flutters its wings – is it your soul fluttering with joy? Or is it sadness?
It reality changes all the time, doesn't it?
Take good care of your eyes, there are dances like that, just for eyes.
You see, there's a whole world that's just theirs. So that's it, let's try it with eyes like this.
Kazuo Ohno (adapted)
When the spirit, slightly, flees for them, from outside arrives something that resembles a butterfly, a butterfly made of spirit - will it be able to penetrate your spirit without difficulty?
Are your eyes ready to let you in?
When the butterfly is about to enter, will you dance with eyes that welcome it?
Always on the move, with lightness – it is necessary to dance with lightness for it to be welcomed.
As if there were an entry and exit door for the spirit, a fundamental door.
What is born with it? Is it your joy or your sadness?
What is up?
In its coming and going, the butterfly flutters its wings – is it your soul fluttering with joy? Or is it sadness?
It reality changes all the time, doesn't it?
Take good care of your eyes, there are dances like that, just for eyes.
You see, there's a whole world that's just theirs. So that's it, let's try it with eyes like this.
Kazuo Ohno (adapted)

