Sounds of Truth: The Dance Teacher
Once Upon a Time in a Far Away Medieval Land,
There Lived a Dance Teacher in a Quaint Little Town.
She was a Unique Being for She Was Like No Other.
Every Place She Danced Would Come to a Stand Still.
It was Almost Like She Had Merged into Movement Itself
And Dissolved into the Dramatis Personae.
She Taught Dance to Aspirants
Not Just as a Skill
Not Just to Perform and Glow in the Aftermath
But to Transcend the Mind
and Lose Oneself.
Only the Ones Who Truly Yearned
And Those Who Sought with Sincerity
Could Aspire to be Her Students.
Every So Often, She Will Take Stock of Her Class
And Gently Fire Those Without Genuine Commitment
“Why?,” a Friend Asked, “Are You So Crazy?”
“ You can Perform for the Royal Courts,
Hobnob with Courtesans, Princes and Kings,
And Live Like a Royal Yourself.
You are Missing the Whole Point.”
“Pursuits are Pointless.
Isn’t the Real Point to Stay in the Present?”, the Dancer Answered,
Interspersing the Words with Her Distinctive Laughter.
“What do you Mean?”
The Friend was Truly Intrigued.
“The Sole Purpose of Art is to Lose Oneself
With so Much Intensity and Focus
That We Can Enter the Moment and Stay in It.”
“You Speak in Riddles,” the Friend Teased.
The Dancer Responded,
“The Mind Exists Only in Relative Comparison,
But the Moment is Self-Contained and Joyful all By Itself.
In Truth, the Mind and the Moment are Mutually Exclusive.”
The Friend Was Now Feeling Really Confused.
“But.. Why Would I want to Transcend the Mind? Isn’t that the source of my intelligence?”
“No, you are confusing your intellect with the mind.
The intellect has no biases or memory, but the mind does.
Every mind in some ways is a prison shaped by its own identity, likes, prejudices, triggers, & patterns”, the Dancer Said,
“And Art is the Greatest Tool there is to Break the Walls of this Prison.
Isn’t it a Real Shame if We use Art to Fortify the Prison than Blow It Up?”
“I Really Don’t Get This Abstract Stuff”, Said the Friend.
“You are either Super Smart or Delusional.”
“I am Neither,” Said the Dancer,
“I am Just a Human Wanting to Be
Unconditionally Happy and Complete.”
Note: Sounds of Truth is a series of stories and poems reflecting random observations on life. They are loosely inspired by a constellation of real experiences and fictional stories, and do not refer to specific people or situations.
