23 ChaoLiDongTian 朝禮洞天 – Sacrifice Everything to the Heavenly Cave

the heron

My notes on this movement from when I started this project say only "The Heron".

I'm not sure what I was thinking about when I wrote that, but this movement does remind me of a landing heron's wings sweeping around to fold up, the heron standing, graceful, poised.

There is a feeling like a cardioid, reaching all the way around, to gather the world inward. A withdrawal from the world in order to engage with the world at a deeper level, perhaps.

Gathering into the heart, I feel the ribcage lit from within, light shining out through the intercostals. A bird's nest. A house of light.