Jeg springer ud som menneske - videodigt

This video is a poem about being a spiritual multidimensional human being with a need for expression of the energies that run through the structure, however, meeting multiple obstacles in the confinement and conditionings of the matrix. It is not meant to be part of a hierarchy of competencies and forms of art, but rather it serves as inspiration for others to also express themselves with the, sometimes, poor means that are at hand. Creative expression is also manifestation. There is nothing more important for human beings than, as we have worked to refine our structure, and gained direct connection with Source, to express what is truly in there. Like seeds we must blossom and find a flow in our existence. This illustrates a poem, and movement inspired by Movement Medicine Dance. In love and service, ❤️ (Unfortunately, this poem is in Danish, and the idea is that words and movement play together. I made a translation into English, however, the language is not quite the same standard, since the poem came to me in Danish. Here it is though: I a coming out as a human being, with something that wants to float through the heart, and connect rhythmic pounding beats into new elastic string symphonies It is just because my heart is forcing its way through thousands of thin facade fragments that crack like pupa skin Into a kaleidoscope of energy that finds the narrowness of mental logic too imprisoning I am coming out as an erotic being. Not because I personify the golden ratio, or subscribe to stiffened Hollywood smiles. And also not because I have been pardoned with other status tags of pop culture It is more because brute evolutionary force presses its way through blood filled supply lines, just as it pleases, Leaving demanding injunctions to fill up the limbs by a will to move I am coming out as a human being, through whom life seeks to unfold, against silently embedded streams of petrified thoughts about women, who are forced to pull upon themselves masculine lust, like a striped piece of fabric that sucks up moving kundalini tremblings I am coming out as a human being. Dancing heavily over the cutout doll that my culture asked me to express, which colonised the inner juices, with a metallically squeaking flock of economic men, and other of the one percents’ subtle trickeries …chains, lying there, gasping for breath, in the insubstantial automatised twittering of thought, and the wheat filled anti-vibrations of the DNA I am coming out as a human being, Jumping over the categorically heavy obligations to the unemployment office and its self-worth-swallowing croissants; Moved into thousands of floating states of being. I am coming out as a researcher, into millions of cells and the tuned in games of cranial nerves. Like the cat beating around the fear, I jump right into the middle of the branches, dancing from my feet and up, until I lose track and cannot discern heaven from earth It is not because, I am participating in a talent show. It is rather because the pressure of the organs doesn’t give a damn about scheduled hours, dried out intuitions, or futile digital systematisations It is because, as a human being, I feel that I am you. And I feel that you are me. And because the body, soul and spirit, long to filter into ecologically moving cycles of planetary whispers Into our common ear It is most of all because, I love me, just as I love you. And because the force, just wants us, to throw ourselves right into the dance