Watching movement, our minds rehearse moving;
Watching others’ cry makes us sad.
And so, too, the effect of grass, twisting and tilting in the wind. I am grass and wind.
To hear music is to expand, out and away, vibrating on air.
Syncronize. Move with the strength of ten. Dance with us, with arms and heart.
Listen to a song, seize the arc of emotion and the weft of life. In sadness we are together, but still we manage to carry each other out into the sand and redrock of morning.
Find your breadth, seek warmth, snooze. Does a dog attain enlightenment? Yes, by the fireplace after dinner. But I prefer to be a whale, slaloming the ocean’s current.
We are more than human, though greatest in our humanity. This is the mantra for our millennium (the first millennium with a mantra, at that): I see you seeing me, hugging me hugging you. Ask us about our first kiss. Never be alone in loneliness. Dance, sing, kiss, hop over, and join us.
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For what it’s worth, the world’s first video-linked poem (I think). I’m not especially happy with the poem, but oh well. All underlined words are linked.
Video notes: (1) Yang LiPing won an all-China dance contest while rebelling against classical training. The dance is long but cool. In general, I suggest you click on the link rather than watching the videos in the mini-windows that open up.
