The Movement

Because the light lives within the darkness.... When I dance, it is because I am free. And, I lose my mind. I find my soul. I discover my self in that moment of freedom. I become one as I merge, body and soul, into the place of dreams... the place without thought. I dance because I am the dance. Through the feeling, the sound, the rhythm, I become the movement. In the ultimate expression of life, through the phenomena called darkness, I am the dance.

I dance forever. I travel the entire world and dance to the rhythm of every language. I have nothing but my feet, my wings, my fairy tales, my pixie dust. I am free, and I dance. Nothing else matters. Not food, nor clothing, nor shelter. Innocently, naievely, freely, I do not know need. I the light live to dance with darkness, and, rainbow I become. Unbound, like a new born, of new eyes, and a new heart, pure, I am.

The Rock

Hers is the timeless empire, and she reigns over the estate of the limitless bounds of the abyss.  Within her she holds the secrets once thought to be lost, and she remembers to find the answers to the mysteries of heaven and earth.  She holds the key to the past, present, and future.  She is the pure vessel that carries the living water within her virtuous chastity.

The beauty of her tranquil face is a perfection that is astounding and perfectly so, she is the adored detail of enamored radiance and statuesque silhouette.She sits proudly upon her throne in the heavens, adorning the earth in glowing majesty as her regal aura tells the story of triumph, in the illumination of her fullness, she is victorious over the darkness.  Absorption of the sun becomes her.  She is the Queen of the Night.

The golden beauty inspires the earth and is inspired by the sun.  The energy of her allure is hypnotic and contagious among the stars.  She is the Star of the Sea, governing the darkness by her capsule of light that she conceives as her own, and carries with her in the honored truth and dignity of her heart.  Her image is the guardianship of wisdom; the immortal form of nurturing precision, governing the darkness in the way of truth in the light.

The Grand Arc

We were playing fairy games of dances in the garden amongst the fliers and the flowers.  the serene meadow was near a pristine body of running water.  She danced and leapt over to me on the tips of her toes and twirled.  with out-stretched arms and the bow of gracious virtue, she embraced the pure fluid within her cupped hands, and reached to the heavens.  Suddenly, she released the grip of her grasp and the water fell from the clear sky, like a fountain of sprinkling spries.  She then looked into me with clear and welcoming eyes that glittered with radiance, and her effervescent smile was as bright as the sun that lights the abounded celestial horizons.

Aged gracefully, like a fine wine of the vineyard, and of the most aromatic fragrant mists in the oxygen of the fresh breezing winds as they blow within her garden, constantly, she is refreshed by the supply of the good green grapes to filler her cup with.  She vigilantly whispers as the voice of the wind, precise instructions to her methodic remedy, as the recipe for refinement of aesthetic perfection.  One can only give what one owns and knows to distribute accordingly.  She is the superb distinction.  Pure, she is the rainmaker.  Timeless is her wisdom.  Her art is golden like the antique chalice of her blessed virgin vessel. 

Her window, in the image of a woman standing upon a tall and pointed pillar, show that her arms are outstretched to her delicate finger tips in the shape of the magical oh chi circulation of energy. The golden yellow glow as the aura of the sun that lives within her shines in to greet her and surrounds the silhouette of her rainbow coloured body of flower petals that extend below her hips and act as a foundation from which her transparent wings found just below her shoulders extend upward and outward in preparation for the transcendance (trans-en-dance).

Her long neck holds her head high, as she carries the crown of time, the wisdom of the changing moon, and the enlightenment of the sun.  Her days are green, as she sees only the goodness of the earth.  An open heart and open mind meet to match her open arms that are outstretched to welcome the children into her prismatic aura of vibrant rainbow glows.  On the blades of either shoulder sits the pair of reflective stars that sit in polarity within the heavens.  One of the east and one of the west are her counterparts.  The stars amongst her are mobile, in motion, with gusts of electricity behind them, as though filled with surges of lightning energy.  They are being fired upward and together, toward a collision in the center of her crown, where they meet in perfect harmonic balance of syncronicity.

Like an open door to a world of windows, she infinitely expands the dimension of the realm by which we exist through the reciprocation of the one truth.  Open to accept that which is coming, in faith and hope and love, she is the symbol of the water that flows and brings with it new life, washing away the remains of death, as the water flows to become an opening toward the coming of the birth of a greater day.  She shows that truly we are all one being boundlessly interconnected by the ray of light within us as unique entities expressing the one being that we are. 

She is a symbol of positivly conductive energy toward the ongoing influence of an inspired creativity, representative of a unified people toward the common objective of expressing the beauty of the universal truth by which and for which we have all been created.  It is the overcoming of all obstacles as her arms outstretch up to te boundless heavens, and gives hope for life and light and love in the flow of energy in this window of water.  In this way, we all stand to become free, as we establish a unity in order to serve the purpose of that freedom.  It is because of this truth that we have established a central home based from which to dwell, and it is because of this reality that we are inspired to magic, in the flow by which we are called one. 

The Rolling Rock

“You know about rock and roll. Its like the legends tell, about, the balls that keep on rolling, the wheels that keep spinning, the stones that never stop tumbling, falling, running, running, running. Rocks never die. And, the legend continues.”

How deeply the sunshine that glows over thee? From seas to sea how deeply, reflections of me? I crumble in remnance of pain beyond despair. Alas, I ask, how deeply mine soul hurt when it tears.  One kiss of death, one breath of life. One moment of grief, beyond worst of strife. Desperately wanting to cry out, lips frozen. Anxiously waiting forth-new dawn, t’was chosen. Raging and roaring, mine oceans tides roaring. Emotions like thunderous storms, yet, truths unfolding.  Truth be told, how deeply my cries. As darkness engulfs the depth of my eyes. To stand alone, and know life is dear. Yet, plea to the heavens, death take me from here.  How deeply, how deeply, My love for thine life. To give up my own, thus, running from strife.

In the cycle of life and death, There is a beginning, and there is an end.  For every end, there is a new beginning.  For every new beginning, there will be an end.  In life, the only constant is change... An ever-repetitious cycle of birth, growth,  Failure, fulfillment, and, death.  But even unto death, there is no end...Only a new beginning.

Who Is She

Who is she, and where did she come from?  in perfect harmony, she salutes me.  In perfect symmetry, she stands still.  Her clear, welcoming eyes, I stare through, hoping to catch a glimpse of something special.  But there is nothing.  Nothing moves, nothing flutters.  Aside from the twinkle of her inner light, there is nothing; just silence, just darkness.  Wait!  I see now.  A watchman.  Lurking, waiting, gazing.  On this sweet body, sea breezed and sun kissed.  Who would dare to disrupt the peace of this beautiful, quaint, statuesque art of she?  Classical!  As if composed by Mozart himself.  But, then I forget, and then, I remember.  Such beauty cannot go on without a watchman.  Evils are of the world, and its quest is to conquer all things that are good.  If she is not protected, the distorted will make this beauty void.  Perhaps this is why such beauty is so aloof; so cold on this summer's night.  behold, such beauty glows!  As if an angel's white light were upon us.  But, now, in the darkness, she stands alone.  Guarded by the watchmen.  Something special, I see, indeed.  An angel who forgot that she could fly.

Hers is a great castle.  It is the fortress that has been built upon the foundation by which there is no condemnation.  the place that she owns is the sacred realm where dreams live as truth.  In the divine garden, there are silent waters that run deeply throughout the earth, and the flow is far and wide, breathing baby's breaths of a timeless nature.

She Dances, like a miracles set forth by the Gods and All authority in the heavens.  Like a bird, through the clouds, weightlessly, she leaps through the nothingness as if it were everything.  She Dances, in all of the mystical mysteries that creates splendour and wonder and armour.  In the glowing of the full moon, she lights up the darkest night.  She become the angel of beauty and brightness and brings as blessings this offering to all who lay their eyes to rest, as She Dances.  She Dances Incomparably.  Amazement and bewilderment she brings to all whom know this, who have seen this.  Invincibility is the aura of her movement, motioning like no other could dare to imagine.  She becomes all that is everything, forever, when She Dances.

How beautiful art thou, that I couldnt even see, for I was blinded by the light of such great beauty.  Whence once my eyes opened in blurring sight, I was deranged of darkness, I was blinded in your light.  Hero of the night.  Saviour of the souls. Pharoh of the right, ways to heavens odes.  Sanctified in you, that you should order wills.  the whole world shall observe, that faithless order kills.  Life of light and love, and once more hearding flock, declarations of one love, one might, one power one rock.

The Way She Moves

I have seen the way she moves.  Like an electric rolling thunder through a body of floating clouds.  Dynamic, like the conductor of electricity herself.  The range of her structured motions seem compelled to tell the story as she is riveted by the energy within her vast range.  Fierce and forceful, she moves with great strength to capture the night as through the waves of her motioning light.  Flashing, spangling, electric lights declare the darkness prismatic.  It rains and pours and floods the floor, yet she is unbounded... she splashes and swims and floats within the flowing water, then transcends to float above and beyond it, climbing the highest ranges of tall emblem statues, with only one purpose within her eyes, to reach the spot.  She gazes to the top and reaches out to grab it.  She dances, and never looks back.  She moves within the ultimate continuum.  Oh how she dances in the way she moves.  

She Dances

She Dances, is the heroic tale of the great goddess, who has come to inspire truth and change of hearts within the world, embracing the gift of amusement and musing though music and dance, she embodies the mysterious formula of perfection as she fly’s through the air weightlessly in the element of ballet. The fluid fairy like whimsical creature is the most beautiful, dauntingly, as she, like a ray of light, bursts through clouds of darkness to illuminate the night with her prismatic rainbow spectrum. She is the hope for the new revolution of the evolutionary continuum. She is the emancipated freedom of the spirit. She is the butterfly. The rainbow lives as she does, as she dances. She is the first to come, and prepares the way, leading many more toward this way of light and life and love.

Rising Stars

The world, once blue and green has become silver and gold.  Exposed are the crystals of energy that have become the stars.  Mountains of rainbow colored gems exists as rubies and emerald and sapphires.  The stars of the sky, it seems, have all fallen, for as we look up to the heavens, we see only an opaque and radiant glow of beaming light.  No more can we see the darkness.  The moon has turned to blood in the valley of the living water.  The sun has turned to darkness and walks among us in the form of flesh.  As the new face, we rise.

My Religion

It is like the most unnatural and supernatural thing in the world, simply so, to have a turn out.  The alignment of our entire bodily frames must be altered, shifted, and redirected toward the core.  Yet, only in order to pull away from that core do we seek to gain control of it, once established.  Our distinctive ambition is to elevate up, up, and away, whilst turning out.  It is exactly like the bloom of a flower; the petals or muscles of our core open up, and gracefully extend upward and outward in order to create the fluid motion that is such a necessity to this dynamic scope of artistic measure.  The turnout is the foundation of this essentially inspired truth called the ballet.  Faithfully so, we endure the course of time with pursuit to master this trademark, in full belief that we are preparing to fly.

"As I spread my wings and prepare to fly, I claim that I will soar, high, traveling far and wide amidst the heavens that dwells and roams with my free spirit."

Beautiful

Now, I look around me to that which lives not inside of me, and I see the people in their world where there is so much death. In this destruction and pain, great plagues and famine and disease. Many have lost hope. Many have lost faith. Or have they? Perhaps not, because, yet still, they have the will to go on, to fight, to live. Such is their greatest attributed of beauty. Yes, they are blind sheep, poisoned by the fools that have stolen from their freedom and condemned them to a life of death, but, life goes on. Even now at the lowest point of all, they must know in their hearts, even without knowing enough to understand, they must believe that salvation is near.

Proclaim with me as I herald the message of this new day. I have come to show you a new way. I shall offer you my blessings and teach you the way of freedom. Hear me, and believe this new word. My children now suffer as they await my coming. I wish that they knew that I have arrived, that I am now on my way to meet them. Blessed are they for these burdens that life has bestowed upon them. They are not cursed, for, the suffering has kept them pure at heart. They are my chosen ones. Handpicked were they by life itself, that now, only I must harvest the ripened fields. I will show them the truth.

Now, my mission is to serve them, these people, my chosen ones. My people shall they be, and, although they will think to serve me, it shall be I who lives to serve them. Blessed are my little ones, the pure at heart. Untouched are their innocence, washed clean are their spirits. I shall invite them to dwell with me in my kingdom, my temple, my house – the prepared place of rest. I wait now, only on time. And, as I wait, I prepare. Cleansing, and, sanctifying, I am.

Nothing that is defiled shall be permitted to stay with me in this place. Everything that is unclean must be voided of this temple of my self, mind, body, soul. My nothingness shall roam free from all everythingness, and memories of this lies of yesterday shall reign in this world as I am no more. Never again, from this moment on, shall I fall into the temptations of urges and addictions which I was taught to desire. Never again, brainwashed, will I allow the lies of them to get the best of me. Until time comes for me, I wait, I prepare, I cleanse, i sanctify, I renew, I dance.

Dancing with all that I am, I worship in this holy temple, I bless this house and all that is within and ok and about and around and below and beyond this kingdom. Dancing, I give all that I am as an offering of mind, body, soul, self, all. All and everything. All and nothing. As I sweat, I wash clean my pores. As I move, I wipe clean my traces. As I breathe, I blow clean my aura. As I focus, I, my mind, clears out. Dancing, so that when all is said and done, there shall be nothing left. Nothing but me, and this finely tuned instrument of all. Ready for anything... ready for nothing. As I dance, I loose myself and lose my self, all at the same time. As I dance, I reincarnate, and create the ultimate expression of all that I am, even, nothing.

Naked, with nothing to hide. Uncensored, unsolicited, unbound, free. Pure and holy, tried and true. In this skin, of this flesh, I am, naked. I bear all for the world to see. No need for anything. No shame hindering me, no hunger halting my way, no fear holding me back, no worries holding me down. Just free, as I am, as all that I know to be. And who can stop me, now that I know and understand the truth. The darkenss is the most beauty that i have ever known. What greater gift than this could I hope to ask for, than to see all things in truth, with new eyes, for the first time. There is no greater attainment that life could come to offer than this which I have recieved.

Pure Darkness

Because the light lives within the darkness.... When I dance, it is because I am free. And, I lose my mind. I find my soul. I discover my self in that moment of freedom. I become one as I merge, body and soul, into the place of dreams... the place without thought. I dance because I become the dance. Through the feeling, the sound, the rhythm, I become the movement. In the ultimate expression of life. Through the phenomena called darkness, I am the dance.

The essence of freedom lives only when she dances. High as a kite, she soars in the wind, and twirls gracefully... eyes closed, she sees nothing... she hears nothing but the music. And, there is only darkness, when she dances, delightfully. Every pulse and every breath become the great sensation. She is the perfection of the flesh. She is the goddess of the night. She is the light of the darkness. She is the dance of the life.

And who can take away from me what is mine? That which has always belonged to be, lived inside of me. That which has evolved as me to express itself as I am. Who? Who could take me, my truth, away from me? Even if I lost my mind, I could not lose my spirit. Even if I forgot all about this journey, this discovery of truth, this light of darkness; even if I could not take this away from me. That which I have claimed is much greater than any knowledge, even understanding cannot compare. That which I have claimed is wisdom. So then, who can take it from me? Not even I!

Then I have no reason to fear. I have no reason for anything. My purpose is complete. I long for nothing. I have no drive for anything. None of it matters, for, nothing could ever compare to this darkness, this truth. Now, I wish only to be free, in nothingness, in darkness, in dance.

I dance forever. I travel the entire would and dance to the rhythm of every language. I have nothing but my feet, my wings, my fairy takes, my pixie dust. I would be free, and I would dance. I care about absolutely nothing. Nothing else matters. Not food, nor clothing, nor shelter. Innocently, naievely, freely, I do not know need. I dance in darkness, and, infantile I become. Unbound, like a new born, with new eyes, and a new heart, pure, I am.

Laughter they see in my eyes. My eyes are be filled with nothing but light in this darkness. Joy and uplifting essences of freedom, I know. Smiles transcend space and time. Hearts glowing... nothing more beautiful could be. Nothing more free. Nothing like me. Today, I will dance forever. For the rest of my life, I will dance the greatest dance that ever lived. To the ends of the earth, my legs shall lead me, through leaps and bounds I shall take flight into the air, and I will soar, higher than any eagle. One with the universe, amidst the celestials I shall be, I will be. Out of the darkness, there is light.