O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being becomes dance.
Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance and not breath.
Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.
Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.
Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.
Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance like breath.
Through synergy of intellect, artistry and grace came into existence the blessing of a dancer.
If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.
Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.
There are those who dance the notes and those who dance the music.
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