Butoh runs ahead down the hall
banging open all the doors left and right
letting the light stream in.
Slowly comes along the body,
glowing and shimmering, infected by light…

In this place the body can’t help
but feel its sacredness, its stillness,
its heart beating to a time outside itself.

Butoh sets a groaning table,
a layered and tumbled feast of images,
sensual, intellectual, fantastical–
conundrums that the mind blissfully toys with
while the body vibrates with meaning and purpose.

Butoh heals cells, cleans minds, electrifies creativity,
and reminds us that we carry with us
like a turtle with its shell
all that we need to experience transcendence.