The blog will pick a word of the week, to share & explore the selected word. Here’s an expression for the word – dance.
The ballerina lifts like dawn
Weightless as a whispered prayer
The folk dancer strikes the ground
As if roots are growing there.
The piano hums a fragile note
The wooden floor begins to wake
Again she turns, again she falls
Again she learns what effort takes.
She dances as rivers learn to bend
With patience carved by stone and years
Each movement carries hidden songs
Of longing, laughter, loss and tears.
The earth keeps time beneath our heels
The moon leans low to watch us move
And for one bright fleeting moment
Our spirit forgets it has to prove.
Some dances bloom in crowded streets
With clapping hands and fearless cheer
Some are born in lonely rooms
Where no one else is meant to hear.
The tango walks with sharpened pride
Two hearts colliding heel to heel
Kathak spins like sacred fire
Telling stories hands can feel.
Contemporary breaks apart
The rigid edges of the soul
Street dancers turn the concrete earth
Into a stage that makes them whole.
Hip-hop cracks the evening open
Jazz blends time with velvet freeze
Flamenco burns in scarlet circles
Wild as deserts, fierce as seas.
No matter where the rhythm lives
In grand theatres or subway light
The dancer follows it like faith
Trusting movements through the night.
And when the music fades away
One truth still lingers in the chest
The body spoke what words could not
And in that sharing, found its rest.
To dance is to become the wind
Unlimited, spinning, undefined
To lose the borders of the self
And leave the heavy world behind.
For dance is love that needs no voice
A prayer without a single word
A conversation with the stars
Only trusting souls have heard.
Somewhere between passion and motion
Between surrender and control
The body becomes more agile
It becomes a living soul.
And when the final bow is done
When silence fills the empty hall
The dance remains inside our hearts
The truest home of all.
