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We made them dance
This is how I made you
I took the fibres of black
Spread the twinkling of my heart
Across your body
To make the most beautiful night in the world
I spinned it round and round
Made it dance the river dance
Made it dance the morning dance
Made it dance the evening dance
I made it dance
This is how you made me
You took the fibres of red
Spread the beating of your blood
Across my body
To make the most beautiful love in the world
You spinned it round and round
Made it dance the dance of your seed
Made it dance the dance of your touch
Made it dance the dance of your breath
You made it dance
The eagle was flying
The sea was foaming
The ground was singing
Children were laughing
Fires were burning
Across the hearths
We made them dance
Ovako sam te stvorila
Uzeh tkanice crnog
I prosuh treptaje svog srca niz tvoje tijelo
Da stvorim najljepu noc ovoga svijeta
Zavrtjeh je ukrug ukrug
Da plee ples rijeke
Da plee ples jutra
Da plee ples veceri
Ovako si me stvorio
Uze tkanice crvenog
Prosu otkucaj svoje krvi niz moje tijelo
Da stvori najljepu ljubav ovoga svijeta
Zavrtio je ukrug ukrug
Da plee ples tvog sjemena
Da plee ples tvog dodira
Da plee ples tvog daha
I zato je
More se pjenilo
Zemlja je pjevala
Djeca se smijala
I vatre ognjitem gorjele
Oni su plesali zbog nas
2010. (We made them dance)
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* The DanCe
Sitting on a shady hill, a trunk that kissed the ground,
Leaves in glimmery green, wild flowers scents mixes air in profound,
Clouds smoothly moving, the sky turning blue
And trace of the moon is still on cue...
Birds chirping, echoes of water falls is drifting
The DANCE echoed from the hidden speakers, soothing,
Sudden navigation of thoughts flashes back
As rhythm of the DANCe leaves a trance of the past...
A place like this away from the busy commotion of the streets
The first time I laid my feet, felt the happiness, I danced with grace.
As the man turned the stereo on, the DANCe filled the air,
Lifted my spirit to unexplainable joy, I flipped and swayed....
The DANCe of life I had for four years now
Tiring but rewarding of the fulfillment it brings,
Though hurtful events tattood in my heart and mind,
Looking back, it made me a better person and I'm greatful with that.
Now, I still have the DANCe laid on air
Still working out to learn from it and prepare,
My future, I may not know what lies ahead
Yet I am sure, I will DANCe, follow it's rhythm as it flows thru the air....
And as I close my eyes, I see the sun slowly sets
A bonfire slowly lit the place, the DANCe still has it's trace,
I stood, feeling the beat...opening my arms, wrapping on mine
Dancing in it's beat...waiting for the DANCe to cease...
Many dances I have shared with
Even dances with wolves, I have made,
Slow-fast, sensual-rock, salsa-tango-samba, name it I can
But one DANCe is missing which my heart screams....
The DANCe in solemn peace...soul that scream and weep...
Inner peace, inner DANCe of hope and faith...
And from HIS place, one day,
I would have the DANCe I long to have...
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The Cosmic Dance - III
This attraction Shiva couldnt resist
He wanted to have with it a tryst
Vrinda, who was managing the show
Denying entry to Shiva she said, NO.
Krishana there, no other male could go
Only ladies could be other part of show
Tempted to join by the irresistible desire
Shiva agreed for ladys make up and attire.
She asked Shiva for a dip in Mansarovar
After dip He was in womans make over
In perfect womans dress so well veiled
In corner in Krishana consciousness sailed.
When the cosmic dance began
There were two great dance men
One, the Beloved of the Dance
Other, the King of dance in trance.
With every Gopi Krishana danced
Shiva in unique dance entranced
Inspite of the elegance of the dance
Krishana had some missing glance.
Out of the dance he had a pause
He said, I feel violation of laws.
He felt in the dance a missing bliss
He said, Here another man exists.
He said, Lalita, go and check
If a man attired as Gopi on deck!
Lalita went round lifting the veils
But finding a man there she failed.
Puzzled about a Gopi three eyed
Lalita told what her surprised! ! !
Krishana said, Bring her here.
When saw Shiva had hearty cheer.
He said, O Gopeshwar I am pleased.
When I see you as Gopi dressed
Your desire to partake in dance fulfilled
As Gate Keeper of the dance now you drill.
Upon you I shower my Grace
You will Gopis obeisance trace
They in turn my piety embrace.
Still Shiva in Braj has Gopi face.
Then again the dance advanced
Gopis were in bliss and trance
Krishana with every Gopi in dance
That their dance in divine romance.
All base passions in the dance purge
All the Gopis in Krishana merged
Cosmos in the dance submerged
Cupids wings there didnt splurge.
In Brij land since then till date
In Krishana consciousness they wait.
C. P. Sharma
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Enchantment - Dancing Wu Li Masters
Physics is pure enchantment
wondering, searching, asking,
answering: The world consists
of energy patterns, my love
Physics is pure imagination
dancing with the whole world
revealing a sparkling creation
continuing ad infinitum
Time-space is a mental
Physicists quivering in
radical change is
Physics has now become
the study of - human
.2. Dancing the Universe into Existence
New physicists are mastering the dance by
differentiating perception in so many ways;
rational - irrational, assertive - receptive,
masculine - feminine; not rejecting anything
they only dance
A dancing lesson for quantum mechanics:
objective reality isn't separate from experience;
when observed, a thing changes immediately;
choosing among probabilities
Energy is dancing by processing information
within wave patterns, the creation procedure
consist of observation creating particles in
a dance; dancing the universe
.3. Man Dancing with Himself
Physics Masters know that religion and science
are only dances; the practitioners are dancers
Physics Masters know that man is dancing with
himself; MAN is the key to understanding the
.4. Poetry to Physicists
Relativity theories are
poetry to physicists
A Black Hole is a time
Culminating in a White
Into a parallel
.5. Seeing the Dance
Physicists see the world as a
Particle physics sees sparkling
energy forever dancing with
Particles twinkling in and out
of existence; when they
appear in our
They disappear from
a parallel plane
When they disappear
from here, they
Therefore, all atoms and
molecules lead several
lives all at
Reincarnation is a fallacy
as chronological life -
we have several
At the same time; please
merge my separate
lives, I'm lonely
.6. Twinkling in and out of Existence
We are twinkling in and out of existence
colliding with consciousness,
If only we could own a continuous
awareness of the sparkling
beauty, geometric lines
.7. Remember the Particle Zoo?
The particle zoo is only pretending
the dancers can exist
separate from the
Subatomic particles only exist
in a never-ending dance
A dancing proton changes into
a neutron, then back again
into a proton, see the
in a Feynman
.8. Remember the Quarks?
Once thought to be the
smallest particle as
building block of
Up, Down, Strange,
A Quark for Mr Mark, taken
from Finnegans Wake by
Yet, there is no real quark
only the dance, the
energy, is in
.9. Blending in Exquisite Harmony
If you don't follow their dance; physicists
won't dance with you, their dance
requires proof for every
Everything you say must be
Dancing with Kali, the Divine
Mother of Hindu
The Dances of East and West
are blending in exquisite
.10. The Dancers
.11. Seth Rejoiceth
I am sure Seth is rejoicing
upon reading about the new
physics - about man's realisation
that consciousness is the basis
of all creation;
Seth overpowered me with his
delineation of the concomitant
lines of reincarnation; that several
aspects of the same personality are
living several lives all at once;
My brain began to pain, short-circuiting
in attempts to learn all about the
various layers of one Gestalt personality -
Seth must be overjoyed that humans
are beginning to understand
The true nature of reality - even if
some of us suffer from burn-out-
Gary Zukov 'The Dancing Wu Li Masters'
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