Dera Vera, dear sister, luminous woman.
It seems like another life has called you home by now.
You have represented for me the mastery of BMC, right from the beginning, since I met you in Amherst during the first year of training in 1992. You were sharing so generously the overflowing riches of your independant, and elegant ways to investigate and incarnate the beautiful qualities of this way to interact with life.
Later, one summer, you'd come to visit us in the Pyrenées to meet the horses and to join us on a trip through the mountains.
A very different way to meet with nature. And we explored the delicacy of shoulders in front of the fireplace."Imagine your whole arm becoming lung" you said.
And I remember you once, during "Senses and Perception" in France, melting into the floor, playing with the inner ear.
Clarity, grace, beauty. I would wish for your spirit to live on amongst us, from cell to cell, from heart to heart.
Dearst Vera, thank you for your frienship and your light.
This is not new
that death is sitting on the stairs
next close to me
like playing chatting children
But I am thinking
what an arrogance
Who do you think you are?
Did someone introduce us properly
so we might know each other?
And who do you think I am?
And death, smiling,
lightly lays his arm around my shoulder
and like the most experienced
without even a word me tells that
you and i
we know the night
we dance, make love and travel
through a dream
and you'll be mine
Nien Mari Chatz - 6/11/2018