Flowing with such fluidity,
As if water flowing along
The river before merging
With the majestic waterfalls.
Such splendour, such intensity.
Such vibrancy, such awakening.
One’s senses come alive!
One’s senses come So alive!
Crashing upon the surface of
The waters below,
To the bottom of the waterfalls,
Never once losing shape.
The shape, not once
Has it lost.
Just collecting itself once more
And moving on again.
Never ceases to amaze,
How it crashed and yet
Not lose its shape
Not at all.
Though might be losing
In intensity
And speed
But not the shape.
This is how the story
Goes for Playback,
As the story is being
Played back.
The essence of it all,
Remains but
The intensity and speed
Might have had diminished.
For the teller,
That is how the healing
Starts right from
That point forth.
The essence of seeing
The scene unfold
Before his eyes
Right in front of him.
Though the memories might return,
They lose their intensity and speed
Of loss, pain, hurt and anger.
In place, peace reigns.
The healing has begun.
Welcome to Playback Theatre.
Welcome and
Let’s Watch.
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