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.
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.
If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.
Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.
Whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
I asked the universe for serendipity and you walked through my door.