Dancing in the moonlight! . . . . I hope you dance . . . . To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak, but, still you can dance anywhere, even if only in your heart, for dancing with the feet is one thing, but dancing with the heart is another.♥
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined ----
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.♥
~ George Gordon, Lord Byron ~
The truest expression of a people is in its dance and its music. To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. Dance is delicate balance between perfection and beauty. The dance is a poem of which movement is a word. Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the souls' weather to all who can read it. Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals, moving to the music without stepping on anyone's toes, pretty much the same as life. Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance. Socrates learned to dance when he was seventy because he felt that an essential part of himself had been neglected. Dancing is discovery . . . . discovery . . . . discovery!♥
The truest expression of a people is in its dance and its music. To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. Dance is delicate balance between perfection and beauty. The dance is a poem of which movement is a word. Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the souls' weather to all who can read it. Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals, moving to the music without stepping on anyone's toes, pretty much the same as life. Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance. Socrates learned to dance when he was seventy because he felt that an essential part of himself had been neglected. Dancing is discovery . . . . discovery . . . . discovery!♥
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