the dancer

May 12, 2014 at 3:45 pm 5 comments

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long before the curtain rises,

we hunger for the moment

when

our body and soul

become

one

with our

dream

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long after the final curtain falls,

we hunger for the moment

when

our body and soul

become

one

with our

eternal

dream

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1983

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to my boys my sun catcher

5 Comments Add your own

  • 1. mrmodigliani  |  May 12, 2014 at 5:35 pm

    To my understanding, dancing in a professional performance is quite addictive to the mind. Loved this post.

    Reply
    • 2. words4jp  |  May 12, 2014 at 5:55 pm

      Merci Monsieur. It is much more than that. It is what it means to be truly alive.

      Reply
  • 3. mrmodigliani  |  May 13, 2014 at 1:52 pm

    Reblogged this on Mr. Modigliani's Private Studio and commented:
    Beautiful words from Kimberly about the pure spiritual joy of dance.

    Reply
  • 4. Catnip  |  May 13, 2014 at 2:47 pm

    Are you a dancer Mr. M? I am addicted to watching “dancing with the stars.” How they can take a nobody and how the teacher can change a person to a state of grace is beyond me.

    Reply
  • 5. BECAUSE GIRLS ARE COOL – KIMBERLY | Hastywords  |  May 24, 2014 at 7:24 pm

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