Eh bien dansez maintenant

27 Aug

Always a balance to strike. Between dreams and lucidity. Between fighting for something and letting go. Between today and tomorrow, work and play, effort and rest. Youth and experience. Confidence and humility. Pain and pleasure. Reason and folly. Force and lightness. Commitment and plan B.

I am a bundle of meat and dreams: muscle shaped by dreams, dreams stirred by a body in motion. Inanimate objects, have you no soul? All the more so beautiful, breathing, laughing flesh:

The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body,
The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,
The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the marrow in the bones,
The exquisite realization of health;
O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,
O I say now these are the soul!

Walt Whitman,  I Sing the Body Electric

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