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The dancer must cease to exist for the dance to come to life.
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12:23 PM
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Sometimes we need to stand by the side of the road and paint and let people passing by watch.
Perhaps we could sing instead, and it would be the same thing. The purpose is to not intrude
upon those who'd rather pass by hurriedly and to let the interested ones stand and stare, be
indifferent to the indifferent and also to those who aren't.
So here I am, standing beside me,
stopped and staring at me singing, or painting, or in more likelihood, lying on the grass with my
head upon my arms squinting at the sun.
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4 Comments:
Its called the "Runners High". thats when the runner and the running become one and the same... a zone of comfort beyond the edge! :)
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Anonymous, at 10:21 PM
"O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?" -- W.B. Yeats
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Anonymous, at 11:37 PM
You and I must cease to exist to become one.
By
Anonymous, at 4:52 AM
And then what of the dance?
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Anonymous, at 1:00 AM
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