Blending Souls and Shades
She is the most vulnerable of all artists, performing a dance that demands every emotion soak through her skin.
Each fluid movement pulls from the reservoir of her experience.
Trained from a young age to move agilely across the stage, bearing the weight of the world upon her shoulders;
My Ballerina has more heart than anyone else on Earth.
Hunter Dasten
Unbound by time and space
That is my window. Just now I have so softly wakened. I thought that I would float. How far does my life reach, and where does the night begin I could think that everything was still me all around; transparent like a crystal's depths, darkened, mute.
I could keep even the stars within me; so immense my heart seems to me; so willingly it let him go again. Whom I began perhaps to love, perhaps to hold. Like something strange, undreamt-of, my fate now gazes at me.
For what, then, am I stretched out beneath this endlessness, exuding fragrance like a meadow, swayed this way and that, calling out and frightened that someone will hear the call, and destined to disappear inside some other life.
Woman In Love by Rainer Maria Rilke
An open soul, transcending illusio
Freedom and Beauty
unbound by time and space
We dance for laughter - we dance for tears
We dance for madness - we dance for fears
We dance for hopes - we dance for screams
We are the dancers - we create the dreams
Albert Einstein
your body; the brush
your canvas;
the floor your music;
your heartbeat
Dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt.
Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth
William W. Purkey
God is a DJ
Life is a dancefloor
Love is the rhythm
You are the music
P!nk
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
Honor to woman! To her it is given To garden the earth with the roses of heaven!
All blessed, she linketh the loves in their Choir In the veil of the graces her beauty concealing,
She tends on each altar that's hallowed to feeling, And keeps ever-living the fire!
My tool, my love, my home