The Dance is Alive..

Though life is inexplicable in all the ways it presents itself, I have come to believe that life is a divine dance. There is within us a spirit whose expression is not words, is not speech. It is only in movement. The body craves to talk, and the dance gives it a voice. Hear it talk if you can see that beauty moves and dances to the tunes that nature sings. Indeed you would know then that dance is a visual poetry... a painting come to life.

An article that I read long back written by 'Jaya C Mehta' published in 'The Times Of India' led me to understand how a painting is seperate from its painter, a poem from its poet and so on. Once complete, the paintings, the poems, all assume an identity of their own, seperate from the creator. But the dance and its dancer are inseperable. They are created and vanished together. The guise, the culture, the passion, the fervour fade away once the dancer stops and he alone can enliven the dance again.

Dance is that realm where each emotion comes to life and each expression is a form of beauty. Where the known and the unknown unite and where reality is one's own manifestation. Where all forms of life under the sky blend in the music of nature in the celebration of the eternal joy of life. This world is God's dance and I shall celebrate his joy in a dance of my own.

To sum up the rhymthic mystery of our lives, I would only like to say,
Blessed is he who has visioned the cosmic trance..
divine is his soul whose dreams can dance.