"On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined." - Lord Byron
Dance is, what can
never be inked on a parchment, never come out as words, never be presented
wrapped up on a table. Ask what dance is to the dancer's feet, forever steady.
Ask what dance is to the dancer's face, forever happy. Ask what dance is to the
dancer, forever ready. You can only feel dance dancing it, burning like a fire
inside, growing brighter, cooling as it glows. It gives you the kicks, running
in your veins, warming the heart. Learn spirit from dance. Learn what passion
is from a dancer. Dance is what one comes to after a long hard day. Dance is home. When you dance, the
world ceases to exist, the whole concept of people and things just seems so
distant, an tired hypothesis. If there is anything, anything that matters, it
breathes with every turn you take, means with every pirouette, grins in every
passé, and dreams with every jeté. It's only you and the music, sometimes the
music leads you and sometimes it shadows you. You're rid of care, shame, inhibition
and any grief that possibly could be. You're a star, shining up high with a
watt too much, with a light too bright. The truth is you and you are the truth.
Dance is sovereignty.
"Have feet, will dance." - Shiamak Davar
