"Have you ever waited for the end of all things?
I was born at the end.
My years went by like a rooted bud, forever in it’s one place, endlessly thirsty for the warmth of the sun, for fresh dew droplets and for a kiss from a Hummingbird.
Obligated to his own little peace of earth, from blooming to withering.
My end will be a beginning.
Within my solitude, my eyes have become the shadows.
The walls, the hyssop and the vine, the worms and the flies, a random gust of wind.
I can see them.
Every movement, every gesture, every prayer, every secret, every tear.
I can see all living things as they are.
Ravens orchestrating silence with a mute scream, willing to tell the tale with a wing-clap.
Too late now to interrupt the ringing of the bell
It’s spells my name upon the dying land
All that ever was, is all that ever will be
All that ever will be, is already been done"
Text by - Elinor Chriqui
Movement Director - Van Chriqui