Wow. There is so much energy here. So much to do, and so much to say... So many ways to do and say. Merrily I leap around from ledge to ledge, intending to feel the grounds below me. I do. I feel even the most insignificant vibration in this stillness. Nothingness, the most beautiful place to know. In this darkness, I can see everything within me, and, nothing else matters.
Energy! Pulsation throughout my inner most core. My heart races as my body and mind and soul merge as one, releasing all of the tension of yesterday. Exhale, I do, as I come face to face with the baby’s breath that, at last, I can call my own. The sensation is exhilirating. Orgasmic as the ecstasy. True as the whole of nothingness- in this land, this world of darkness that only I can call my own. Sweet lullabys are the sounds that relay within me, and, to the sound of each peaceful serenity, I dance. My body moves to ultimately express this which is me. This which I am.
Pure Power; a force even greater than the light, a source of light even greater than life itself. This is the ultimate, for there is not anything that could compare to this revelation of glorious triumph for the days to come. It is true then, the world has never seen its face. She is only my own and belongs to no one else but me. Only I can know and learn to understand this which is she, this which is me.
Friday, May 28, 2010
iDance
What does it mean to dance?
It is like magic. It is the ultimate expression of self – when body and soul and mind merge, they create new life. I create new life.
When I dance, I become the miracle; when each breath I take, and every move I make is the true revelation of my being, my whole, my center. When I dance, I become me. Then, I allow the world to see me for who I truly am... the way I see myself.
I forget that anything else exists. There is only me when I dance. My body tells the story; and, without words, there is a new song, a new language, a new expression of me.
The is no one else who could tell my story the way I know how to; there is no one else but me; but, only when I dance.
Dancing is the ultimate truth
Movement is the voice of silence
Expression is the language of essence
Form is the dynamic communicator
Symbolism is the relative to the experience
And I have waited my entire life for this very moment. The moment that I should hold the keys to the gates of heaven. The moment that I should dare to open those doors, to walk through, to stand – only long enough to feel the rhythm of new life;
Then, to dance, forever.
She dances as if there is no end, no beginning, only life.
I never stopped believing in beautiful things. How could I? I see them, every day, in my dreams, in my reality. Even engorged in the darkness. I see them... ALL, the beautiful things.
If I had a voice, I would sing praises to the heavens for its creation of splendor and gloriousness. I would rejoice in song and life my voice unto the sun and moon and stars, and hail the holiness that created such beauty for I to behold.
I have no voice. I dwell in the silence of the dark realm. So, then, how do I pray? How do I live? How do I celebrate life?
I dance. My movements, and each moment of them, harmoniously synchronize with the rhythmic motions of life. Then, I become like life. Then, life becomes like me.
It is like magic. It is the ultimate expression of self – when body and soul and mind merge, they create new life. I create new life.
When I dance, I become the miracle; when each breath I take, and every move I make is the true revelation of my being, my whole, my center. When I dance, I become me. Then, I allow the world to see me for who I truly am... the way I see myself.
I forget that anything else exists. There is only me when I dance. My body tells the story; and, without words, there is a new song, a new language, a new expression of me.
The is no one else who could tell my story the way I know how to; there is no one else but me; but, only when I dance.
Dancing is the ultimate truth
Movement is the voice of silence
Expression is the language of essence
Form is the dynamic communicator
Symbolism is the relative to the experience
And I have waited my entire life for this very moment. The moment that I should hold the keys to the gates of heaven. The moment that I should dare to open those doors, to walk through, to stand – only long enough to feel the rhythm of new life;
Then, to dance, forever.
She dances as if there is no end, no beginning, only life.
I never stopped believing in beautiful things. How could I? I see them, every day, in my dreams, in my reality. Even engorged in the darkness. I see them... ALL, the beautiful things.
If I had a voice, I would sing praises to the heavens for its creation of splendor and gloriousness. I would rejoice in song and life my voice unto the sun and moon and stars, and hail the holiness that created such beauty for I to behold.
I have no voice. I dwell in the silence of the dark realm. So, then, how do I pray? How do I live? How do I celebrate life?
I dance. My movements, and each moment of them, harmoniously synchronize with the rhythmic motions of life. Then, I become like life. Then, life becomes like me.
Alignment
FAITH
How many turns, how many times. Spitting Fire, burning up. Heavy breathing, light of life, roaring rages, conquering warrior, pouncing targets, leaps and bounds, feirce and fighting, winning wounds. Over heating, all fired up, the bouncing ball, the golden light, is destroyer, is protector, is creator of new heights.
Overpowering the darkness in its golden glow, the world is in madness, the dormant know. I believe that I AM Pure Power. The Sun, I Am. The Mars, I Am. The tedious work, no rest, I am. To burn, I am, and to earn, I am. The source of infusion with power and energy I am. My mission to infuse the world with life and light. This ball I hold in the palm of my hands, this power, this light, this might. This great gift, I must share, I must create, I must deliver.
The loud noise sounds to rattle the spaces in time. The roaring raging mad sound of clashing cymbals. Metal. Electricity. Thunder. Explosive energy and chaos.
There is a finite scream that sounds. The light fades after the explosion of the golden globe.
HOPE
Pixie sounds like charming bells. the laughing of children. giggles that come from tickling. the music is soft and sweet. Angels chanting, it seems, a dream. Streaming sounds of water. Serene sounds of wind. In the wind the magic appears. Blowing freely. Beyond darkness that is cold and empty, or light that is hot and full, here is the valley of the ultra violet lights. peaceful serenity. The dance of ribbons that blow in the wind and paint the world with colours of the rainbow. Fairies like fireflies light the way by star light spangles of graceful fluidity through the well lit night.
The passionate motions of expressive emotions come to life. The full spectrum of coloured silhouettes dance. The music is free and fulfilling. It is the spirit world. Magic and imagination are the pre-emminent. The new phase of illumination. The soulful creatures were created by the explosion of fire in the darkness. the children of the rainbow are the artists that paint the world. The rainbow comes to life. The promise. The future. The orange ball has multiplied, has created new forms in its own image and likeness. Dawned is the evolution. Diamonds of heaven are these daughters of dreams, who come to dance in the wind-water; to paint the once barren world with the colours of dreams.
LOVE
Near the blue waters of the green earth, she sits. She graces the gardens with her vessel, and by the very sight of her blesed temple the Goddess of the Night is adored. Adorned by the ever changing glow of her internal infusion of light, she watches over the garden. She is the keeper of the floral blooms of spring, and pacifies the cries of the earth by cradling it within her nurturing arms.
She dances the adagio. Slowly, she strolls and takes her time to carefully prepare the way, projecting the expression of each movement. Passionate silhouettes are ever changing within her frame. From light to darkness to light she becomes the revelation of time. Her expression of peace and perfect balance is infinite.
She dwells in a peaceful silence. Her attractiveness is irresistable. Her beauty is incomparable. Her influence is unavoidable. It is the stride of her breath that retains life. She is immortally definite. She is the perfect grace. Her precision in detail and clarity is a perfect element. She is the master of time, and the keeper of the secrets of all the universe.
How many turns, how many times. Spitting Fire, burning up. Heavy breathing, light of life, roaring rages, conquering warrior, pouncing targets, leaps and bounds, feirce and fighting, winning wounds. Over heating, all fired up, the bouncing ball, the golden light, is destroyer, is protector, is creator of new heights.
Overpowering the darkness in its golden glow, the world is in madness, the dormant know. I believe that I AM Pure Power. The Sun, I Am. The Mars, I Am. The tedious work, no rest, I am. To burn, I am, and to earn, I am. The source of infusion with power and energy I am. My mission to infuse the world with life and light. This ball I hold in the palm of my hands, this power, this light, this might. This great gift, I must share, I must create, I must deliver.
The loud noise sounds to rattle the spaces in time. The roaring raging mad sound of clashing cymbals. Metal. Electricity. Thunder. Explosive energy and chaos.
There is a finite scream that sounds. The light fades after the explosion of the golden globe.
HOPE
Pixie sounds like charming bells. the laughing of children. giggles that come from tickling. the music is soft and sweet. Angels chanting, it seems, a dream. Streaming sounds of water. Serene sounds of wind. In the wind the magic appears. Blowing freely. Beyond darkness that is cold and empty, or light that is hot and full, here is the valley of the ultra violet lights. peaceful serenity. The dance of ribbons that blow in the wind and paint the world with colours of the rainbow. Fairies like fireflies light the way by star light spangles of graceful fluidity through the well lit night.
The passionate motions of expressive emotions come to life. The full spectrum of coloured silhouettes dance. The music is free and fulfilling. It is the spirit world. Magic and imagination are the pre-emminent. The new phase of illumination. The soulful creatures were created by the explosion of fire in the darkness. the children of the rainbow are the artists that paint the world. The rainbow comes to life. The promise. The future. The orange ball has multiplied, has created new forms in its own image and likeness. Dawned is the evolution. Diamonds of heaven are these daughters of dreams, who come to dance in the wind-water; to paint the once barren world with the colours of dreams.
LOVE
Near the blue waters of the green earth, she sits. She graces the gardens with her vessel, and by the very sight of her blesed temple the Goddess of the Night is adored. Adorned by the ever changing glow of her internal infusion of light, she watches over the garden. She is the keeper of the floral blooms of spring, and pacifies the cries of the earth by cradling it within her nurturing arms.
She dances the adagio. Slowly, she strolls and takes her time to carefully prepare the way, projecting the expression of each movement. Passionate silhouettes are ever changing within her frame. From light to darkness to light she becomes the revelation of time. Her expression of peace and perfect balance is infinite.
She dwells in a peaceful silence. Her attractiveness is irresistable. Her beauty is incomparable. Her influence is unavoidable. It is the stride of her breath that retains life. She is immortally definite. She is the perfect grace. Her precision in detail and clarity is a perfect element. She is the master of time, and the keeper of the secrets of all the universe.
Prima's Light
She remains a daunting mystery. The stunning princess that lives in her own world and dwells by her own authority. The fair young maiden maintains a high caliber of elegance and refined sophistication in her early years. She tells stories of whimsical nonchalance with her eyes, and seems so ambient and serene, floating like a portrait in motion, and glides of a stoic nature, as thought she believed that somehow, the world revolved around her, and that she was the center of all being. Her expressions are mellow, yet amusing, as the sort of melodrama that would captivate an audience intrigued by more than the mere golden glow of her beauty, in the heir of confidence that she carries through time travels with her. She becomes relevant to the dance by the classic distinction of an individuality that is soft spoken, yet, of a defined clarity and resounding appeal of sculptural aesthetics.
This angelic being dances from the core of her entirety, with an energetic and forceful strength. She poises indefinitely and balances in any position of the dance given to her, as though time were standing still. Her strength is of character and the controlled ability to be defined by the capture of one moment at a time, through the framework of a fantastic existence. The greatest strength that she possesses is in her wind, spinning and turning multiples over in the circumference of her own spaces. The mellow demeanor of our celestial is indepted to the mere humility of her presence. Soft spoken, yet radiantly glowing with a vitality that surges through from her sturdy core, she smiles with her hypnotic eyes that seem to re-assure the world that when the wind blows there is hope that it will bring with it the courage to withstand the revolution of a generation of new days defined by the gravity by which one twirls on its axis. She was born to fly, and she soars in all of her glory when she becomes like the wind and reminds us all that true strength is of a true heart.
Imagine the perfect ballerina. She has bright eyes of innocence and a girlish smile that radiates like a burning flame. Her form is comprised of long and delicate lines of a lean and petite frame of moderate tone. A soft voice resounds from the demeanor of the coy brilliance of a well-delivered attitude; charming. Exquisitely, she uncurls her extensions to an impressive height, and with precision of form she displays an absolute sense of central balance. She adorns herself in the simplicity of a ponytail, and the pretty frills of a pink tutu bounces in harmony with her keen silhouette as she leaps with strong and turned out legs and a pair of pointed toes that land gracefully into a soft plie. Adeptly prepared for the performance of her life at any given time, she remains constantly refined in the goodnes of a sturdy posture in showcase of a proud neckline and a head held high.
The bright and bubbly supergirl is an infinite strength of menacing surprises and bursting personality. Always up for a challenge, and involved with everthing. The inquisitive nature of the go-getter is that which asserts her drive to grasp a hold of anything that is set before her as she dares to go after it, and to conquer it with the means of her self-stature. Physically, she is unrestrained, as there seems to be nothing that the fearless fighter would hesistate to take on. Enforced by the charismatic character of a leader, she is one to warm her way into the hearts of those whom she approaches in her own way of contagious joy. Light-hearted and free-spirited, the only thing that she takes seriously is the task at hand.
This angelic being dances from the core of her entirety, with an energetic and forceful strength. She poises indefinitely and balances in any position of the dance given to her, as though time were standing still. Her strength is of character and the controlled ability to be defined by the capture of one moment at a time, through the framework of a fantastic existence. The greatest strength that she possesses is in her wind, spinning and turning multiples over in the circumference of her own spaces. The mellow demeanor of our celestial is indepted to the mere humility of her presence. Soft spoken, yet radiantly glowing with a vitality that surges through from her sturdy core, she smiles with her hypnotic eyes that seem to re-assure the world that when the wind blows there is hope that it will bring with it the courage to withstand the revolution of a generation of new days defined by the gravity by which one twirls on its axis. She was born to fly, and she soars in all of her glory when she becomes like the wind and reminds us all that true strength is of a true heart.
Imagine the perfect ballerina. She has bright eyes of innocence and a girlish smile that radiates like a burning flame. Her form is comprised of long and delicate lines of a lean and petite frame of moderate tone. A soft voice resounds from the demeanor of the coy brilliance of a well-delivered attitude; charming. Exquisitely, she uncurls her extensions to an impressive height, and with precision of form she displays an absolute sense of central balance. She adorns herself in the simplicity of a ponytail, and the pretty frills of a pink tutu bounces in harmony with her keen silhouette as she leaps with strong and turned out legs and a pair of pointed toes that land gracefully into a soft plie. Adeptly prepared for the performance of her life at any given time, she remains constantly refined in the goodnes of a sturdy posture in showcase of a proud neckline and a head held high.
The bright and bubbly supergirl is an infinite strength of menacing surprises and bursting personality. Always up for a challenge, and involved with everthing. The inquisitive nature of the go-getter is that which asserts her drive to grasp a hold of anything that is set before her as she dares to go after it, and to conquer it with the means of her self-stature. Physically, she is unrestrained, as there seems to be nothing that the fearless fighter would hesistate to take on. Enforced by the charismatic character of a leader, she is one to warm her way into the hearts of those whom she approaches in her own way of contagious joy. Light-hearted and free-spirited, the only thing that she takes seriously is the task at hand.
Journey Through Time
Images of staircases leading toward heaven, that one by one, in elevation, we rise to the top. Holiding firm to the vision that has been implanted as our final destination, we walk forward and upward and onward. The platform awaits us who now walk hand in hand toward the lights the blind us. We are comforted by the music, constantly reassured that we are on the right path, althought left behing is everything that we once knew. Faithfully, we stride toward the light so that we arrive on time to our final destination at centre stage, where people await their hosts.
Serenaded by the music as fulid as water from which we have risen of our incubated clumber, our body's twitch freely although controlled in response to the tune of the rhythmic suggestions. Gestures converse and strike up a stimulated dialogue of bionic clarity in the way of what seems a telecommunicated verse in synchronicity with an electronic movement conducted by the visionary portrait as brush strokes through time and space. The silhouette of an onward army of celestial saints, not marching, but dancing and emerging out of the darkness and into the lights, is the sight that stands before those who are waiting. Spotting as they turn from black to whire, the visions become clear, as they are the children of the night. They are stars that are born on this even, of this dawn, coming, creeping, gently grazing and gliding upon the ground as thought it were only the first time. And since then, every daywill be like the first time.
The street of crossroads make the paths of once enemies merge into the common likeness of falling in love with the dancing of the music, and the vision, that all may witness as the story unfolds as the legacy that we left behind; more so of this dynamic dimensional drama and dazing is this dance of this song for this world that only eyes can know to tell. Like the stories of heaven coming a second time, this is the time to make peace, and not war... to create heaven and not hell, in the haven of Love. One step at a time, one day as we come, for these moments as we prepare to pursue out greatest quest yet, toward the test of time, as we will be ready to go, to come forth as it may.
A travel through time in space where we depict the journey that has brought us to this time and place. As all slowly unfolds, the curtains unveil the platform upon which all arts stand proud and tall to pay respect to the days of past, and to salutue to the future, making memories that last. They are depictions of a portrait painting rain-bowed brush stroked of fluid and form. Our image is our message that together we band as one body of envisioned communion, hand in hand. Tests of times have made out hearts strong. of this moment and beyong, hear as we sing to you this song. We birds of our feathers taking steps through the stages. We've learned to spread our wings to soar the heavens abounded by ages. Hear, as we show and tell, the revelations that are being revealed. As a blast from the past, and how it all began, from the beginning to the last...
Take a look at how far we've come. Remember this journey we've trod. Leaps and bounds above the rest, flying colors past our tests. Peers and pairing counting numbers now honoring the legend of the wondrous wonders. The foundation of the lost and found as rediscovered the forgotten dream because we believed tha tmusic was the key. So we danced out plays to symphonies and became the children of harmon-ease. In the realm of our dreams we were free to believe that the music was the muse that our hearts should be moved. To grow as we have and to learn as we've grown, by the establishment of this place and be trained in form and grace was a gift of stylish bliss, that has taught us how to know, how to fly, how to go, on the rise, to the top. And here, we share this dream with you of watchful eyes. Come with us and celebrate the mystery and marvel and brilliant surprise.
Serenaded by the music as fulid as water from which we have risen of our incubated clumber, our body's twitch freely although controlled in response to the tune of the rhythmic suggestions. Gestures converse and strike up a stimulated dialogue of bionic clarity in the way of what seems a telecommunicated verse in synchronicity with an electronic movement conducted by the visionary portrait as brush strokes through time and space. The silhouette of an onward army of celestial saints, not marching, but dancing and emerging out of the darkness and into the lights, is the sight that stands before those who are waiting. Spotting as they turn from black to whire, the visions become clear, as they are the children of the night. They are stars that are born on this even, of this dawn, coming, creeping, gently grazing and gliding upon the ground as thought it were only the first time. And since then, every daywill be like the first time.
The street of crossroads make the paths of once enemies merge into the common likeness of falling in love with the dancing of the music, and the vision, that all may witness as the story unfolds as the legacy that we left behind; more so of this dynamic dimensional drama and dazing is this dance of this song for this world that only eyes can know to tell. Like the stories of heaven coming a second time, this is the time to make peace, and not war... to create heaven and not hell, in the haven of Love. One step at a time, one day as we come, for these moments as we prepare to pursue out greatest quest yet, toward the test of time, as we will be ready to go, to come forth as it may.
A travel through time in space where we depict the journey that has brought us to this time and place. As all slowly unfolds, the curtains unveil the platform upon which all arts stand proud and tall to pay respect to the days of past, and to salutue to the future, making memories that last. They are depictions of a portrait painting rain-bowed brush stroked of fluid and form. Our image is our message that together we band as one body of envisioned communion, hand in hand. Tests of times have made out hearts strong. of this moment and beyong, hear as we sing to you this song. We birds of our feathers taking steps through the stages. We've learned to spread our wings to soar the heavens abounded by ages. Hear, as we show and tell, the revelations that are being revealed. As a blast from the past, and how it all began, from the beginning to the last...
Take a look at how far we've come. Remember this journey we've trod. Leaps and bounds above the rest, flying colors past our tests. Peers and pairing counting numbers now honoring the legend of the wondrous wonders. The foundation of the lost and found as rediscovered the forgotten dream because we believed tha tmusic was the key. So we danced out plays to symphonies and became the children of harmon-ease. In the realm of our dreams we were free to believe that the music was the muse that our hearts should be moved. To grow as we have and to learn as we've grown, by the establishment of this place and be trained in form and grace was a gift of stylish bliss, that has taught us how to know, how to fly, how to go, on the rise, to the top. And here, we share this dream with you of watchful eyes. Come with us and celebrate the mystery and marvel and brilliant surprise.
Courage to Fly
Doubt and uncertainty are our greatest weaknesses as mankind; they are the obstacles that stand in our way, and the enemies that hold us back as we refrain from choosing to go forth and to choose to proceed. That called ambiguity in the state of our dualistic nature as human beings, is that which causes us to wage war in a polar-driven state of internal feuding. The rigidity that we experience in such a state is called this doubt that becomes the means by which our bodies are stiffened and our souls are hardened, as our minds remain in a lost and static state, refusing to choose to move beyond that which, of this aspect, encages, traps, and enslaves us to it. This is that which is called fear.
To turn out, then, is to let go and rise above and beyond by opening up to the world and shedding all inhibitions and fears that are characteristic of the laws of our human nature. To turn out is to overcome the obstacles of fear, and in doing so, to reject the very limitations of our core humanity, by turning to that very same core as a central force of relativity for a immaculate and divine strength that, with the control and discipline of a trained practice, we may gain the ability to become more than the staple of a mere human being.
“Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure.” (Marianne Williamson) When we learn to turn out, perfectly, we become fearless and doubtless, and we set our spirits free so that as we learn to fly, finally, we can become more than human, we become dancer. “Are we human, or are we dancer” (The Killers). Remember that all things conceived within the mind are positively possible, for, the mind cannot conceive that which it has never seen. Yet, conceptions are only attained if one believes faithfully, and with conviction, that it is possible. Believe in the freedom of the turnout, and fearlessly dare to deft your doubt.
You see, because of the supernatural abilities comprised of the unnatural (supernatural) turnout by which ballet would not exist without, we can fly. We can gain the ability to resist the bounds on a habitat-ional gravity, and become one with the wind by which we can fly and soar.
Identity
My life’s ambition is to showcase a way of life, and to become a living example of everything that I believe in and stand for. I hope to be blessed to become an inspiration for the future of my world in this interpersonal role of leadership through the display of finite character. As a role model, I will be given this opportunity to present myself to the general public as I am and as I choose to be. In this scope of framework I will certainly be called to prove with honor the integrity of my owned character. The greatest course of life that one can take on is to be challenged by the questionable uncertainties and renowned depth of an inevitable ambiguity.
In acquiring an ongoing knowledge, I think that it is equally important to share the secrets of the mind, and to distribute the range of enlightenment to all who are willing to listen and learn. It is the age of information, and people are more open to their self-progression though the empowerment of knowledge now more than ever. I intend to use as many means available to me as possible in order to share the acquired wisdom of my ongoing years. This may include a range of mediums from books to internet formats of periodical publications.
I find freedom of expression and the physical emancipation of creative declarations of self. I must showcase my ideal concept of self and project the image that I have come to believe in and own throughout the course of my lifetime as I propel into the future. This is emphatically the most important aspect of my planning because it gives me access to an undeniable truth that serves to act as my personal identity in constant revelation of my ideas and concepts of life.
She Dances
She Dances, like a miracle set forth by the gods and All authority of the heavens. Of the birds, through the clouds, weightlessly, she leaps through the nothingness as if it were everything. She Dances, in all of the mystical mysteries that create splendor and wonder and amour. Like the glowing of the full moon, she lights up the darkest night. She becomes the angel of beauty and brightness she brings as blessing in offering to all who lay their eyes to rest, as She Dances. She Dances; Incomparably. Amazement and bewilderment she brings to all who know this; who have seen this. Invincibility is the aura of her movement, motioning like none others could dare to imagine. She becomes all that is everything, forever, when She Dances.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Ballet
Ballet has taught me so much about life itself. Life as more than a journey, but an expression of the interpretation of the experiences and resolutions perceived throughout the course of that journey. As though it were a dream, a leisurely romantic stroll in the park becomes a promenade in arabesque in the pas de deux. The whole world becomes a stage, and every body is watching my every move as I perform, while standing in the spotlight. Now what? Expressionism is the key and now is the time. I have rehearsed this act more than a thousand times. I have seen it as it relays in my head, through my mind. My body is in prime condition, like a finely tuned instrument, as I dance. I motion as my long lines transition seamlessly, like the flow, for I am lean and thin, strong and flexible. I am ready. Now what? Preparation is the key.
At the threshold of dancing en this thing called Pointe, that is so beautiful and perfect and delicate in its own dynamic complexities, I feel so very vulnerable because I am in love with Ballet. All that I have ever wanted is this. That which I need so much to feed my thirst for life, is so pure and relevant in its truth that I know for sure that in this world, perhaps, the dance of the ballet is the once thing that I can never truly own, for it is free, and priceless and beyond the features of this bounded reality. The endless river of living water flows into me in this school of dance, where there is and always will be more, to learn, to know, to attain, to become, to love. That which fulfils me shall never leave me feeling empty. Ballet satisfies me.
Ballet is the way of a world unknown to this familiar dimension. It constantly reminds us to surpass the limitations that bound us to a physical capacity. As we conform to the standards of this earth, we learn the secrets that show us how to never be confined to that conformity. We are taught to rebel against the laws of gravity, to declare all space as our own, to dream and to dare to live out those dreams, everyday. Ballet teaches us to be free. We are forced to confront our own fears and to come face to face with personal limitations in order to conquer them and come to terms with our selves as a diverse expression of the evolution of the corps de ballet. This is the world in which we pirouette; where of our bodies, the ballet lives in the breath that exists, evolves, dies, and is reborn, in the cycle of life like a world without end.
To me, Ballet is the truth of the way to the light and the life of the world, at the centre of the world, for all creation, as is the centre of my heart and soul and mind and body. Ballet is a lifestyle, as a way to think, to exist, to communicate, and perceive life. She challenges me to be great. She says, believe in the formula and live. Ballet says, believe in the form you love.
At the threshold of dancing en this thing called Pointe, that is so beautiful and perfect and delicate in its own dynamic complexities, I feel so very vulnerable because I am in love with Ballet. All that I have ever wanted is this. That which I need so much to feed my thirst for life, is so pure and relevant in its truth that I know for sure that in this world, perhaps, the dance of the ballet is the once thing that I can never truly own, for it is free, and priceless and beyond the features of this bounded reality. The endless river of living water flows into me in this school of dance, where there is and always will be more, to learn, to know, to attain, to become, to love. That which fulfils me shall never leave me feeling empty. Ballet satisfies me.
Ballet is the way of a world unknown to this familiar dimension. It constantly reminds us to surpass the limitations that bound us to a physical capacity. As we conform to the standards of this earth, we learn the secrets that show us how to never be confined to that conformity. We are taught to rebel against the laws of gravity, to declare all space as our own, to dream and to dare to live out those dreams, everyday. Ballet teaches us to be free. We are forced to confront our own fears and to come face to face with personal limitations in order to conquer them and come to terms with our selves as a diverse expression of the evolution of the corps de ballet. This is the world in which we pirouette; where of our bodies, the ballet lives in the breath that exists, evolves, dies, and is reborn, in the cycle of life like a world without end.
To me, Ballet is the truth of the way to the light and the life of the world, at the centre of the world, for all creation, as is the centre of my heart and soul and mind and body. Ballet is a lifestyle, as a way to think, to exist, to communicate, and perceive life. She challenges me to be great. She says, believe in the formula and live. Ballet says, believe in the form you love.
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