One step, two steps, three steps; like winds of time experience joy of centuries, when movements become revelations of the dance of destinies.
How can you be a lover of love
O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being becomes dance.
Forget your voice, sing!Forget your feet, dance!
How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.
Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance and not breath.
You see yourself as a shipwreck, but we see your treasure glowing inside, beneath the oceans in your eyes.
Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.
Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.
Through synergy of intellect, artistry and grace came into existence the blessing of a dancer.
....life is the work of the spirit trying to have a human experience.
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.
i am anearthquake& dancemost heavilyupon all myfaults.
You can'tstop dreamingjust becausethe night neverseems toend.
If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.
Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.
Woman is the light of God.
Like a sculptor, if necessary,carve a friend out of stone.Realize that your inner sight is blindand try to see a treasure in everyone.
I see the life with your sight,O" the love; you're my light.