Cairo, the 4th October, 2009

“The best I´ve ever read about DANCE by the hands of the late genius: Michael Jackson, specially for DANCERS”


These are texts taken from the book “Dancing the Dream” by Michael Jackson. Both of them made me cry like a baby. I don´t remember to have felt so touched by anything more than by the following words.

First text, by Michael Jackson (eternal best performer on earth):

Dance rehearsals can go past midnight, but this time I stopped at ten.
“I hope you don´t mind,” I said, looking up into space, “but that´s enough for today.”
A voice from the control room spoke, “you okay”?
“A little tired, I guess.” I said.

I slipped on a windbreaker and headed down the hall. Running footsteps came up behind me.
I was pretty sure who they belonged to. “I know you too well, “ she said, catching up with me. “What´s really wrong?”

I hesitated. “Well, I don´t know how this sounds, but I saw a picture today in the papers. A dolphin had drowned in had fishing net. From the way its body was tangled in the lines, you could read so much agony. Its eyes were vacant, yet there was still that smile, the one dolphins never lose, even when they die…” My voice trailed off.
She put her hand lightly in mine. “I know, I know.”

“No, you don´t know all of it yet. It´s not just that I felt sad, or had to face the fact that an innocent being had died.
Dolphins love to dance – of all the creatures in the sea, that´s their mark. Asking nothing from us, they cavort in the waves while we marvel. They race ahead of ships, not to get there first but to tell us, “It´s all meant to be play. Keep to your course, but dance while you do it.”

“So there I was, in the middle of rehearsal, and I thought, “they´re killing a dance.” And then it seemed only right to stop. I can´t keep the dance from being killed, but at least I can pause in memory, as one dancer to another.
Does that make any sense?

Her eyes were tender. “Sure, in its way. Probably we´ll wait years before everyone agrees on how to solve this thing. So many interests are involved. But it´s too frustrating waiting for improvements tomorrow. Your heart wanted to have its way now.”

“Yes”, I said, pushing the door open for her.
“I just had this feeling, and that´s enough for today.”


Second text by M.J.:

Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I´m dancing, I´ve felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I´ve felt my spirit soar and become one with every thing that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the bloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known.
I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation.
The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness of joy.

I keep on dancing and dancing…and dancing, until there is only…
The dance.

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