Belonging...

Don’t try to analyse this.

Respond to the mystery of the dance. Listen to the silence. Trust yourself.

Soak in the dark and light of the stories of belonging. Look for the shades of colour:

the red of life in the green of what is growing

in a world that seeks to grasp the ungraspable and make sense of the

incomprehensible.

Let go, simply

be.

Photography by Jerrod Lim © Remnant Dance 2013

By Priscilla Chan

We falter

along the red warning signs in this seemingly green-pastured life.

Methinks I arose, red in the eyes, from my well-feathered green nest,

Searching for a fiery red companion to push my wings in the right direction, that is, skyward to greener lands.

But thou art asleep!

The others have spread their red wings in what I recalled to be a green atmosphere.

Behold the swelling red humiliation in this green deplorable ignorant me.

In my human form, I am still as clueless as my former reflection.

I witnessed your hand separate the Red sea in the middle and expose the greenness of the thriving seabed-

Yet I questioned and lost my faith.

Awake o slumbering red-less hearts soaked in green waste.

These red cherubs rise to fight in the battlefield for us green-eyed souls.

It's about time.

Pull up the red card, I'm gonna leave this man green in his face,

I am the leader of this red team fighting in this race

For the greening (grinning) populace.

Special thanks to the Fremantle Festival 2013 and Little Creatures Brewing