There comes a time
beneath the music:
between the rhythms
of heartbeat and drums...
woven between melody, chorus and percussion...
Between the flex of muscles,
flow of breath and beads of sweat....
When the body becomes
merely an instrument of the music.
There comes a time
beneath the music:
between harmony and resonance...
where the spirit eclipses the flesh
and the soul sings in ecstasy...
When the dancer transcends
to become the dance…
all else ceases to exist
but the union of perfection
beneath the music....
in the heart of a dancer.
Will we be seeing you at E:M:W this year? Wouldn't be quite the same w/out ya! I'm sure your schedule is full with the new company and all... but your presence would be wonderful, maybe with Deshret?
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There comes a time
beneath the music:
between the rhythms
of heartbeat and drums...
woven between melody, chorus and percussion...
Between the flex of muscles,
flow of breath and beads of sweat....
When the body becomes
merely an instrument of the music.
There comes a time
beneath the music:
between harmony and resonance...
where the spirit eclipses the flesh
and the soul sings in ecstasy...
When the dancer transcends
to become the dance…
all else ceases to exist
but the union of perfection
beneath the music....
in the heart of a dancer.
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