The Artist
Memories of dreams. Dancing through a joyous time. Raised with love for God and Life, music and art.
And a respect for the word.
You cannot take from me what I freely give. I breathe and love and exist for art, for theatre, for expression of love and life. And though I have lived a life with far too many mistakes, wrong roads, and tribulations brought on by my own choices…
Rilke …
Yet, when alone, we entertained ourselves
with what alone endures, we would stand there
in the infinite space that spans the world and toys,
upon a place, which from the first beginnniing
had been prepared to serve a pure event.
CHILD IN RED
Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around…
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.
Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.
It’s not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.
It’s this dress that she’ll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.
Rainer Maria Rilke
I am here, now, today…
vibrant in thought and hopes, alive, breathing…moving towards an inherent experience that also seeks me. I dance a step, perhaps it is not in time with the pipers that you hear today or tomorrow. May be the dance is only for me.
May be the dance is for the entire world…
