<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890777</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:01:55.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge of Light</title><subtitle type='html'>A performance combining live music, dance, painting and installation</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ulysses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889068543989203107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890777.post-108497818697302723</id><published>2004-05-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T07:49:46.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The performance</title><content type='html'>It's hard to describe the incredible energy we felt, dancing, drumming to candlelight, surrounded by paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img63.photobucket.com/albums/v192/ulyart/meelunstreet.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos don't do it justice at all. But that's the ephemeral nature of performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img63.photobucket.com/albums/v192/ulyart/per1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890777-108497818697302723?l=bridgeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/108497818697302723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890777&amp;postID=108497818697302723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108497818697302723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108497818697302723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/2004/05/performance.html' title='The performance'/><author><name>Ulysses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889068543989203107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890777.post-108497805030607964</id><published>2004-05-19T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T07:47:30.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Beach</title><content type='html'>It was a hot Sunday afternoon. We hiked out to a secluded beach where Taiju did two dance improvisations. In the first he was perched on a rock and imitated a soaring bird in slow motion, spinning and soaring. In the second he kept close to the rocks, lizardlike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img63.photobucket.com/albums/v192/ulyart/balancing.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hiked over steep rocks and found a secret beach, a powerful place surrounded by rock cliffs, with a hidden waterfall. I ran in the waves, lay on the wet sand, danced and sang. I hope to bring some friends there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img63.photobucket.com/albums/v192/ulyart/secretbeach.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890777-108497805030607964?l=bridgeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/108497805030607964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890777&amp;postID=108497805030607964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108497805030607964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108497805030607964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/2004/05/secret-beach.html' title='The Secret Beach'/><author><name>Ulysses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889068543989203107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890777.post-108393121655553383</id><published>2004-05-07T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T05:04:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some work-in progress photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img63.photobucket.com/albums/v192/ulyart/Banner.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890777-108393121655553383?l=bridgeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/108393121655553383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890777&amp;postID=108393121655553383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108393121655553383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108393121655553383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/2004/05/some-work-in-progress-photos.html' title='Some work-in progress photos'/><author><name>Ulysses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889068543989203107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890777.post-108392150685360428</id><published>2004-05-07T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T05:49:37.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a Bridge?</title><content type='html'>what is a bridge if not to connect two distant shores?  Underneath&lt;br /&gt;water flows.  emotions run free.  a separation.  a crevice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ingenuity of man's intelligence, wisdom combined with his/her&lt;br /&gt;vision, will and determination creates a rite of passage from one state&lt;br /&gt;to another through a heart bridge and/or bridge of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a powerful symbol that unites disjoined parts within us and&lt;br /&gt;that which remains separate in the outside world.  for us hong kongers,&lt;br /&gt;we have the world's longest suspension bridge - tsing ma bridge.  it is&lt;br /&gt;within our collective minds and souls. Let's transcend this world of&lt;br /&gt;duality, invoke our personal bridge(s) so that we can transverse from&lt;br /&gt;one shore to another, my brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Wilson Chik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890777-108392150685360428?l=bridgeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/108392150685360428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890777&amp;postID=108392150685360428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108392150685360428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108392150685360428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-is-bridge.html' title='What is a Bridge?'/><author><name>Ulysses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889068543989203107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890777.post-108383458194350365</id><published>2004-05-06T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T05:50:36.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems of Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;opening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the mountain falls&lt;br /&gt;the world still remains as she is&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes so dust and anger past by in a whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky opens his mouth to swallow all the grief and beauty of the &lt;br /&gt;moment&lt;br /&gt;the deeply packed earth remains moist&lt;br /&gt;oozing patience and wooing time to stay by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wcwc.april.16.2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world where love and pain exist, there is tremendous amount of&lt;br /&gt;truth in accepting things as they are - no more and no less.  In our&lt;br /&gt;own ways, how do we forgive our own selves, the past, the present, the&lt;br /&gt;coming present and those who live around us and all that are part of&lt;br /&gt;us.  As tough as it all sometimes seems, how do we redeem all that we&lt;br /&gt;have casted away and dared not to own up - the power of redemption can&lt;br /&gt;bring a new perspective and as well as insight on existing parts of our&lt;br /&gt;lives that we have once judged it...last but not least, how do we share&lt;br /&gt;all this wisdom and knowledge with other parts of our selves and to our&lt;br /&gt;fellow community.  This all comes form the healing presence of our&lt;br /&gt;heart. As we all learn about the unconditional love in our journey on&lt;br /&gt;this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890777-108383458194350365?l=bridgeoflight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/feeds/108383458194350365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890777&amp;postID=108383458194350365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108383458194350365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890777/posts/default/108383458194350365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgeoflight.blogspot.com/2004/05/poems-of-healing.html' title='Poems of Healing'/><author><name>Ulysses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07889068543989203107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
