The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

that i would be holding the tiny hand of my Chinese friend

and crying as we're driving through a neonlit city

because she needs to go into work and i don't want to say goodbye

To have been taught the very ancient ways of expression, the most universal medium.

Finding the golden ratio, a bewitching proportion between functionality and aesthetics. Form and substance, finally united.

Movement doesn't flow quite like it does when I'm alone, dancing.

And sometimes, I wish I could just…

Outperform my body itself, cause it to stretch and twist in ways that go far beyond the healthy possibilities. The bones, the muscles, the tendons. I would like for it all to break like the fragile shell that it is, to release the colorful flow of energy into the world, and be one with it.

Serving others, the community

Looking for different perspectives

Trusting the flow, letting go of control (me when I'm a determinist)

Gaining deep knowledge (me when I'm a scholar)

Self sacrifice, pain (no comment)

Patience + resilience

...miracles do happen here, under the sun?