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S.Lalitha Cosme II°
Dance, for me, is a way to share stories, a nonverbal communication that utilizes the body, gestures, and emotions. Where every movement from the flick of the wrist, to the eyes moving from side to side, the slight smile at the corner of the mouth, and even the sweat trickling down the face-- tells the story of a dancer’s journey. Some of us are technicians, spending years developing our preferred technique, others move to the groove that is inherent within their being, and let's not forget those that share messages through their movements... or a combination of these and more! That is the beauty with dance; there is no "right" way to express. Expression comes from within the being and as dancers:
"We dance for laughter,
we dance for tears,
we dance for madness,
we dance for fears,
we dance for hopes,
we dance for screams,
we are the dancers, we create the dreams."
Dancers create with their whole being, assessing a flow between rhythms and stillness, beauty and horror, technique and freedom. It makes sense that this silent language would be some of the earliest methods of communicating. This silent language becomes storytelling within movement. A story ever-unfolding and filled with discovery of the Self.
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Once there came to the court of the Prince of Birkasha a dancer with her musicians. And she was admitted to the court, and she danced before the prince to the music the lute and the flute and the zither.
She danced the dance of flames, and the dance of swords and spears; she danced the dance of stars and the dance of space. And then she danced the dance of flowers in the wind.
After this she stood before the throne of the prince and bowed her body before him. And the prince bade her to come nearer, and he said unto her, "Beautiful woman, daughter of grace and delight, whence comes your art? And how is it that you command all the elements in your rhythms and your rhymes?"
And the dancer bowed again before the prince, and she answered, "Mighty and gracious Majesty, I know not the answer to your questionings. Only this I know: The philosopher's soul dwells in his head, the poet's soul is in the heart; the singer's soul lingers about his throat, but the soul of the dancer abides in all her body."
“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.” - Rumi
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"I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will, as it goes toward action; and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times, when something is coming near, I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone." - Rainer Maria Rilke
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