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| May 2, 1998 - For a Unity leader To the leader of the dance To the bringer of the WAVE My words convey my thanks For the opportunity that you gave To the leader of the dance From a dancer remembering how The WAVE awaits within our stance When devotion does more than bow To the leader of the dance To the spirit that lives within her I�m glad you took the chance To move our bodies out of their winter To the leader of the dance Let�s create a place to set us free Discerning judgment of others� glances Discarding doubt of our unique ability To the leader of the dance Expressing the beauty of the soul In each and every circumstance Body prayers will make us whole For the leader of the dance For the time the Guest will enter Our body temple, now enhanced From true communion with our center. February 13, 2000 at OSU�s College of the Arts, OSUDance performance What is truly dance is truly alive For only what stagnates is truly dead A lying in wait to be born again And what is the dance of my life? And who is my choreographer? And what of lighting - perception altering? What quality of attention do I give my life? Do I merely see the miscues and deviances? Can I dwell in the sheer beauty of my life? What power is there - to be truly of me? Suspended in grace as distress floats about me Seeking to engage a wandering thought Seeking a home in the space of my mind Where it might confirm the reality of its nothingness Only adding to the further confusion of �Who Am I?� I do sit in a sea of possibility - of potentiality And as I chose (lighting, choreography, dancers, costumes) - the dance goes on!! Copyright (C) CJC All Rights Reserved. |
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February 13, 2000 at OSU�s College of the Arts, OSUDance performance So much is not what is but only is what is to be. Lost in what is We truly do not know What is And what is to be. To be open to What is to be Is to stand in eerie silence Non-being, while others be From what is Not what is to be. Awaiting potential to unfold The stage is now dark Only anticipation and desire live Awaiting what is to be. November 20, 1999 of Dance Moving with a group in synchronization Mis-steps drowned in personal creativity Surrendered to the loftier potential Of new-found beauty and new found truths They are me as I am they Beatles saying, �as we are all together.� They protrude into my rapt attention I contain their unspent emotion They move through emotions I wallow in Choosing to lose myself, and losing low In guilt, shame, loneliness and despair OK with it, comfortable, yet beckoning For their moves of passion, joy and zeal To consume, overflow, and lather myself within Textured emolience of all present acceptance All highs change to low but return once again. November 19, 1999 at OSUDance Of Dancers The hope to contain oneself within As all life, all eyes move around thee And as if on stage, a grand performer Wondering if she�ll get a curtain call The smallness of me craves recognition To build the creature that lies indwelling That will move in the world to leave its mark How well it moves, a product of its nurturing. Of Spaces Opening Music builds the electric anticipation Of moves to swirl and delight the fancy Of children hidden in dark, desolate places Awaiting the safety of artistic appreciation He cries out in me, low moans of longing To stretch and reach out of his cramped cave To be the dance - the dance of rude awakening Throwing off stresses, of his days in the darkness To move in joy, shouting cries of liberation Of birth and death, of creation and destruction Pounding furious in fevered, frantic, frenzy A soul climax, becoming itself at last! October 16, 1999 Somber silhouettes seen as I sit alone in my room The memory of your voice penetrates into my tomb Hearing an early morning songbird, I awaken to what is The darkness of the stage beckons human forms to move While the acoustics silently await the musical beat and groove An audience is transformed, transcending through time and space Losing themselves in a boundless love, and in a tranquil grace. Lifted beyond the mind, beyond body, earth and sun Never knowing who we really are, forgetting we are one Coming together - moving apart - the particulates slowly gel As a smile spreads on the face of God amid the peal of a mission bell. Copyright (C) CJC All Rights Reserved. |
| March 23, 1999 of a lady at the gym Amidst your firmness and finesse I see myself as truly blessed Amidst your style and your flair I cannot help but stare All are you, seen as firmness and style I�ve enjoyed your vision this short while Amidst your discipline and desire I�m inspired to go even higher Amidst your ethic and your form I�ve patience to wait my turn All are you, seen as discipline and ethic Closer to you lifts my feeling desperate The tranquil radiance of your natural beauty Shines across the floor and shatters my gloom Though we�re miles apart, for a time we�re connected Amidst bodies and weights and a variety of tunes. March 21, 1999 of another lady at the gym Your body moves so graceful around the track As muscles glisten of your firm legs and back Your flowing dark hair seems to beg for my touch But it�s the sparkle in your eye that I�ve missed so much A consummate pro, you workout a tireless routine Behind a moist smile, your pearly whites gleam I lovingly caress your space, as I would a friend Afraid to speak to you - awaiting my fear to end. In quieter times, your face comes easily to mind Such a sweet young lady; interesting, smart and kind It�s odd that more men have not gathered around you Like the stars in the sky above, you are a celestial view. May 19, 2000 - For Selayma From the instant that we met, there broke a radiant light Reflecting an eternal mystery concealed behind your eyes As though dark clouds parted for beams of sunlight to shine through Where I sensed a warmth, a childlike wonder & a wisdom within you I intuit in you much beauty aligned with a power from within Seemingly moving through me to you, so a reconnection could begin As though I�m an initiate to a process and you�re a beacon of light So I can cease my seeking to come home to your powers of the night This night is the darkness within the body, once seen as obscure That with practice of the movements, I�ll move from illness to the cure Where all my stress and dysfunctions will be washed away in the moves So my soul can see its wholeness & the higher path that I now choose What gift could I hope to offer to a being who lights the way? Except the thoughts within this poem, solely seeking to convey That I honor her soul�s journey & I�m grateful that she remained Faithful, to the One love, through her joy and through her pain Copyright (C) CJC All Rights Reserved. |