Spiritual Dance Quotes
Human beings, vegetables or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune intoned in the distance by an invisible player.
Good art is a form of prayer. It's a way to say what is not sayable.
We ought to dance with rapture that we might be alive... and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.
To dance, put your hand on your heart and listen to the sound of your soul.
She danced the dance of flames and fire, and the dance of swords and spears; she danced the dance of stars and the dance of space, and then she danced the dance of flowers in the wind.
The ultimate aim of all dance must be to move the whole being together in harmony. Therefore, having made the body sensitive, let it be swept by rhythm: the rhythm of music, by moving to a good swinging simple tune; the rhythm of nature, by floating in the sea, and surrendering to the will of the waves; or by lying on the branches of a tree in the wind to feel its effortless swaying. In this way the outer and the inner being will be harmonized.
Just as the ancients danced to call upon the spirits in nature, we too can dance to find the spirits within ourselves that have been long buried and forgotten.
Dancing is surely the most basic and relevant of all forms of expression. Nothing else can so effectively give outward form to an inner experience. Poetry and music exist in time. Painting and architecture are a part of space. But only the dance lives at once in both space and time. In it the creator and the thing created, the artist and the expression, are one. Each participates completely in the other. There could be no better metaphor for an understanding of the mechanics of the cosmos.
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
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 am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. 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 then it is the eternal dance or creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing…and dancing…and dancing. Until there is only…the dance.
Someone need not be perfect to be a great dancer – feeling a soul is more important than what the body can do.
Remember that dance has a dimension beyond the physical. The body – as imperfect as it always is – is only part of the picture. Your energy, the quality of your movement, your feeling about the world, your dance spirit – that is what we see under the lights.
To dance without the help of any other art, to express, not another’s thought or rhythm, but the vision of the artist’s own spirit, that is the highest form of dance. The most exquisite expressions are those when the spirit only makes the song, and the dancer moves in a beauty of silence akin to the silence of the stars.
Prayer does not use up artificial energy, doesn't burn up any fossil fuel, doesn't pollute. Neither does song, neither does love, neither does the dance.
At present I am light, now I fly, now I see myself below me, now a god dances through me.
To dance, above all, is to enter into the motions of life. It is an action, a movement, a process. The dance of life is not so much a metaphor as a fact; to dance is to know oneself alone and to celebrate it.
Dance is the essence of mystery. Through dance we experience a dimension that the linear mind is not structured to perceive. It may have been dance that enabled us to first conceive of existences beyond our immediate physical experience, thereby creating the concept of spirituality, of 'God'.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
When we give ourselves over completely to the spirit of the dance, it becomes a prayer.
Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.