Dancing LifeA Poem by Gilad LevanonThe wisdom of the dance.As the rising waves of crashing sound Cascaded over me and all around I was swept up off the familiar ground I learnt then to ride the waves I learnt to dance I learnt to release the falsities to which I was bound And embrace the thrilling sound Everything moves continuously A vibration of waves always oscillating Nothing is ever stagnant or unchanging I can stand on the floor and try to be still And be battered by the music and the dancers Until the sound is mere confusion lacking all thrill But I can also move I can stand in the shallows and try to stand firm And be crushed to the ground and almost drowned Until the sea is a terrible thing that only makes me squirm But I can also move We can seek a state of safety and comfort And build brick houses with brick walls We can work until our bank accounts are brimming And... dig ourselves into a rut But we can also seek a state of growth and life And build wooden houses that let the sun in when it's rife We can play with our worlds and let ourselves move And... we can get into the groove
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Added on January 6, 2012Last Updated on January 10, 2012 Tags: dance, celebration AuthorGilad LevanonSouth AfricaAboutI'm interested in finding the ultimate question. I know the answer's 42 but "What is six times seven?" doesn't satisfy me. more..Writing
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