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Do you dare to dream?

Do you dare to dream
until your eyes light up
filled with enthusiasm and joy

Do you dare to dream
to truly taste and feel
what it must’ve been like
to live in that dream

Do you dare to dream
that no matter what people say
in your little heart
there’s a knowing
that this dream is possible

Do you dare to dream
that each day you wake up
you can’t help yourself
but to think of this dream

Do you dare to dream
to dream so big
that you have no space for fear

Do you dare to dream
to dream so loud
that people are aware
of this insanity

Do you dare to dream
to dream so passionately
that you’re willing to be called
a fool

Do you dare to dream
to say honestly
this is what I truly want
and nobody can stop me from
making it
into reality

Do you dare to dream
until you catch yourself
silently smiling
just from thinking about it

… Then you realize
dare to dream
is just about
staying true to who we are

Let this be my letter of gratitude.

And in this overwhelming feeling of gratitude
I do not know where to begin
When the feeling of lightness
Envelops my entire being.

I can’t speak of no words
I can’t think of no thoughts
I am entranced by time itself
Hypnotized by I don’t know what.

I cannot explain
I do not dare to explain
How can I even decipher it
When each day has been another miracle.

What is this am I experiencing?
Is this joy?
Is this bliss?
Is this You?

I am lost for words.
I am lost for thoughts.
I am lost in between time.
Yet I am.

I am alive
I am living
I am experiencing
I am being
I am one with You
And the whole universe.

And yet. I still have no words for it.

So, how can I express my gratitude
For giving me the gift of life
For letting me taste never-ending beauty
For making me part of Your miracles.

Ah, so I give myself to You
Through fasting during this holy month
It is my humble gift for You
And may You feel and receive
this overwhelming love
that I have for You.

Thank You.

I __________________________________________

The eye you see is not

an eye because you see it;

it is an eye because it sees you.

II

To talk with someone,

ask a question first,

then — listen.

III

Narcissism

is an ugly fault,

and now it’s a boring fault too.

IV

But look in your mirror for the other one,

the other one who walks by your side.

V

Between living and dreaming

there is a third thing.

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each time i walk, i know not where i’m walking
though darkness surrounds me, my heart keeps singing
there is a feel of bliss, joy and knowing
that I will always be taken care of.

every time the wind blows,
it whispers to me of life so kind in the midst of sorrows.

and when the clouds pass me by,
it tells me how beauty always exists in all forms of being.

and the reflection of the sun,
embraces me with warmth.

at this moment,
i am one with all.

is this feeling real?
is this feeling eternal?
though I might still walk in darkness
I’m blessed to walk within these feelings.

I have not words to describe what I witness.
I have not felt this feeling as I listen to this music.
I have not loved until I feel their love.

Maybe this is what they call love. My heart starts beating so fast and so loud that I can feel it pumping blood to each corner of my body. I feel like I’m holding my breath the whole entire time. Awe comes into my being. I am hypnotized. I can’t even feel my body. And the whole entire time, I am just watching my new friends dancing.

Growing up, I have forgotten how dance has made me feel so alive, so connected and whole. How dance has shaped me to become the person I am now. How I have dreamed of becoming a dancer since I could walk. How I have danced all my life to each music I hear. But today, something triggers my soul once again.

Watching others pour their souls into simple and powerful movement, how they embrace the space in between them and be completely drowned in the moment fills me with envy. They don’t think about how they would look. They don’t think about what people would say about them. They just move with such elegance – which what I call dance.

They don’t have to tell me what their dance is about. They don’t have to tell me what their purpose is. Because I can already feel their passion, ideals and love. I can feel what they feel. Their souls have spoken to me. And mine understood.

This is a conversation between souls, where nothing needs to be explained, questioned or even broken down. This is elegance. This is beauty. Elegance and beauty that once again I feel within me just from listening to this magical conversation.

It’s true what Martha Graham says that “Dance is the hidden language of the soul.”

Maybe this is why I cannot describe it with words, this feeling that’s growing inside, because the soul’s language cannot be translated to words. Maybe this is why I’m so hypnotized, because I don’t need my mind or my body to understand it. All I have to do is be.

So, I thank you my beautiful dancers. I thank you for having shown me love, passion, kindness dan dedication through your dance. Because of you, something inside me has awakened. I am in spirit. I am inspired.

I surrender myself to this moment.
Let my soul speak through this dance I call life.
Let every step I take be a dance.
Let every breath I take be a conversation with God.
Let me not just be a dancer, but let me be a dance.