If I were the rain that binds together the earth and the sky, who in all eternity will never mingle, will I be able to bind the hearts of people together?
In the Beginning was the Dance, And the Dance was beautiful. For She was all that was grace in motion, Connecting earth and sky in Her moving In a formless cloud without beginning or end.
Then there was born nearby the silent Drum, Made of the basest things, of wood and clay and skin, Who moved not, without the hands of others, And knew naught of grace, Nor even that he could speak.
But when the Drum saw the Dance, He felt a fierce joy grow within him, And thus the Drum loved the Dance in all her ways, For ne'er might he have found His voice without Her.
And lo, with his first sound, The Drum offered himself to the Dance, Saying: "Let me make of myself A Song forever, that others might hear And come also to love your beauty."
And so he did, and 'twas a song made Of strong hands in the fire-light Of enduring backs in the sun Of graceful feet treading the earth But most of strong hearts, the rhythm of life.
And when the Dance heard his Song, She knew it was her heart beating. And felt there was form born into the world. And so the Dance embranced his Song. And she said that it was good.
And so from thence, and unto this very day Dance and Drum are friends beloved Creating each other anew in every moment Motion and Song intertwined. Into the very soul of the world
i am found here in my words... or perhaps somewhere between all of the words...i know i'm headed somewhere - trying to see what i can of the world while out in it, learn what i am able while on the way, and love who and what i meet while getting there
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Nice Bleach quote. I would link to you (and will eventually) but I have yet to figure that much out. Still new to this whole thing.
The Embrace of Dance and Drum
In the Beginning was the Dance,
And the Dance was beautiful.
For She was all that was grace in motion,
Connecting earth and sky in Her moving
In a formless cloud without beginning or end.
Then there was born nearby the silent Drum,
Made of the basest things, of wood and clay and skin,
Who moved not, without the hands of others,
And knew naught of grace,
Nor even that he could speak.
But when the Drum saw the Dance,
He felt a fierce joy grow within him,
And thus the Drum loved the Dance in all her ways,
For ne'er might he have found
His voice without Her.
And lo, with his first sound,
The Drum offered himself to the Dance,
Saying: "Let me make of myself
A Song forever, that others might hear
And come also to love your beauty."
And so he did, and 'twas a song made
Of strong hands in the fire-light
Of enduring backs in the sun
Of graceful feet treading the earth
But most of strong hearts, the rhythm of life.
And when the Dance heard his Song,
She knew it was her heart beating.
And felt there was form born into the world.
And so the Dance embranced his Song.
And she said that it was good.
And so from thence, and unto this very day
Dance and Drum are friends beloved
Creating each other anew in every moment
Motion and Song intertwined.
Into the very soul of the world
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