Soul Motion: Unity Inquiry
What happens in the dance room is a microcosm of what happens in the everyday dance. Soul Motion dancers practice seeing themselves and others as one essence knowing that all people desire happiness; all people wish to alleviate suffering. With consciousness of our unity as a strategy for more purposeful living, we look for those excluded from the dance and weave them in through landscapes of creative expression, relationship, and dialogue with divine nature.

Vinn's Journal

11/1/2008

“ I’m too alone in the world, yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I’m too small in the world, yet not small enough to be simply in your presence, like a thing- just as it is,” says Rainer Maria Rilke.
I ‘m too alone in the world of space cleared from the webs of yearning. I ‘m too alone in this world of worry and the mean streets of gloom. I ‘m too small in this world of too many nannies clutching at my kerchief and dabbing the small red splotches of heart scars, festering in broken promises and unrealized dreams.

No one can hold the clutches of the cash machine and sport history from buckets of broken promises of purposeful living. No more desire lifting from the vanguard of runway models set to lights and rockets red glare. No longer is there longing to get it right, no longer is there desire to dream the dreams of my forefathers fore skin.

Today I look to all the ways to re-member the small thing and rejoice for all the petals of all the roses, in all the gardens, spinning through their whirlwind of wonder as each one gives of itself to the familiar fragrance of the felicitous.  The dances of each colored fold waving at me and inviting this stranger to close in for a better look.  The floral world is inviting me to take refuge from the slippage of my daily dance. The flowery reminder of who I am becoming is whispered wordlessly as my breath draws nearer.   

Today, I am living the scenes of worldly sensation and wonder if I will appreciate how to receive the lion’s glut of death, as my own. Dying daily and numerously, I am utterly alive.
Today is no ordinary head-spinning excursion into numbness as each tilt creates a dizzying sensation to the bones in this ear body. This is a body that continues to huff and puff its way up the street. This is a body that continues to thicken. This is a body that senses the sensual in strokes of soothing skin. This is a body that rushes away from the soft caress of love from another and runs toward a harsh stirring of blunder.

Robert Sardello in Love and the World says, “The gift of love is the truth, not only the truth of seeing an other human being, but the truth of the world. But once given as a gift, this offering withdraws, and what was given as feeling must then be earned by accomplishing the same kind of perception through hard work. Few accomplish the deed.”
In this dance, respectfully                   vinn
 

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