The "Steppe" is cold and windy and as open as all of space . . . and I lie on my back . . . clutching the rough grasses . . staring up into the heavens . . . feeling the solar winds pushing me onward and outward as I expand to encompass the whole of the universe . . . and as I float through the blackness of nothing I recognize the reflection of myself as complete . . . and then I give silent birth . . . to a universe . . . of myself . . . at peace in this minimal dance through existence . . slow and willing . . . quiet . .. . thoroughly quiet . ..
Large expanses of vision, feelings of breeze and winds from distant stars swooping down on the plains . . . a grandness of scope, yet a smallness of feeling . .. passionless and nearly freezing but perfectly peaceful and healing. A place to go and find solace and calmness . . . to put perspective in the imaginings of the soul.
música extática para moverse por un espacio inmenso