Thursday, April 23, 2009

What is Dance?


I don't know who wrote this, but it's become something of a mantra to many in the dance community. After reading it, I understood why right away. I love this poem because it very much incapsulates what dance means to me and just wanted to put that out there.
For Some, dance is not just a pastime,

Its an undeniable fact of living,
A blissful slavery of mind, and body and soul.
To rise above the ashes of mediocrity is rare,
Yet the gift of dance is freely handed out to anyone
Who cares to receive it
Instantly shattering our daily drudgery.
The path to pursue more than the usual
More than what is safe and known
Is wrought with time-sharpened jagged blades that cut deep,
Blocking many from the road to something greater,
Beyond the stunted imagination of their peers.
Within the veins of the few
Passion fills every sinew with sweet unquenchable purpose
Calming the fear of those treacherous paths,
Through each slice burns and bleeds,
Still they take each cut,
And wear the scars with pride to signal their choice
That undying pursuit of greater joy within every step.

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