My feet were keeping in time with the music, but my heart was pounding out a different rhythm altogether.
She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.
Now I am going to reveal to you something which is very pure, a totally white thought. It is always in my heart; it blooms at each of my steps… The Dance is love, it is only love, it alone, and that is enough… I, then, it is amorously that I dance: to poems, to music but now I would like to no longer dance to anything but the rhythm of my soul.
Dance. Smile. Giggle. Marvel. TRUST. HOPE. LOVE. WISH. BELIEVE. Most of all, enjoy every moment of the journey, and appreciate where you are at this moment instead of always focusing on how far you have to go.
Words his soul danced to.
Passion drove her deeper, into the abyss beneath his skin where she mapped his soul to the dance of his heartbeat…
Truth be told, you got to dance barefoot if you want to feel the earth move.
Growing up in NYC,The broken sidewalks, graffiti filled subways, and humid Laundromats, did not offer solace. I found solace in the strings of my violin, in my ballet slippers at the studio, and while gazing at frescoes in the halls of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It was always in the Arts that my soul was replenished.
Dance,’ they told me, and I stood still,
and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
‘Pray,’ they said, and I laughed,
covering myself in the earth’s brightnesses,
and then stole off gray into the midst of a revel,
and prayed like an orphan.
To dance sublimely, one has to forget all about dancing.