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Sourcing Dance

The source of life is the source of dance. I can only ask to participate in either. The joy and the fire are gifts that recreate me every moment.

The correctness of my movement does not matter as much as where the movement came from and how much of an echo the movement sends back into me as a human system.

The echoes of my dancing collaborate with my freshest creation of myself to become more than I can imagine.

I want to say that dance is the doorway.
Yet If I do not approach the doorway with humility and awe, distraction and addiction replace both the joy and the fire that dance offers.

The source of life is the source of dance. I can only ask to participate in either. The joy and the fire are gifts that recreate me every moment.
Tim Hurst 07/01/17

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Like a Dancer

I Join the creation of myself, the delight, the balance, the reach.

I Join the love of the moment that is creating me with you, all of you.

I Join the subtle rise and fall of life becoming more and then less.

I Join the building of strength that is me in perpetual motion.

I Join the nuance of qualities carrying me into worlds of never ending surprise.

I Join my listening cells for every opportunity to catch a wind into more life.

I Join my alternating focus between building my know how and exploding the moment beyond everything I know.

I Join myself in assembling a focus that recognizes the variation between joy and distraction.

I Join the rhythm of my trillions of waves hoping in the rise and riding the pauses of flight.

I Join my millions of counter spirals to my closest and nearest destinations.

I Join my dearest melodies to experience the echoes of myself amongst friends and foes.
Tim Hurst 07/01/1

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Open Letter to Doctor Doctor

Doctor! Doctor!
You say exercise feeds us what we need.
For our depressions, for our pain, for everything it seems.

And oh Doctor Doctor!
You say meditation does it too and maybe yoga too!

But Doctor,
Did you notice that dancers combine the three since the times of our most ancient trees?

I wonder what you see Doctor
When you do not see that it is the quality of movement that nourishes us.
And oh yes the quality of focus and thought that bond us to our movement.
And the quality of hope that binds us into a whole as one and as many.

It is difficult to see that living within the quality is a nourishment along with a delight of excellence.
Tim Hurst. 05/20/17

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Life Gift Self

Were each individual a unique case of a larger whole?
We’re each unique fractal of the same curve?

We’re my dance a following of same curve to its end
where my delight weaves a fresh new story?
Tim Hurst 05/14/17.