Dance into Trance
Dance is an art form that generally refers to movement of the body, usually rhythmic and to music, used as a form of expression, story telling, social interaction or presented in a spiritual or performance setting. Most of the times the performances are so overwhelming that you get into a trance.
Dance is the mother of all languages. — R.G. Collingwood
Dance is the hidden language of the soul. –Martha Graham
Dance may also be regarded as a form of nonverbal communication between humans, and is also performed by other animals (bee dance, patterns of behaviour such as a mating dance). Definitions of what constitutes dance are dependent on social, cultural, aesthetic, artistic and moral constraints and range from functional movement (such as folk dance) to virtuoso techniques such as ballet.
Dancers are the athletes of God. — Albert Einstein
Dancing is like dreaming with your feet! –Constanze
Dance can be participatory, social or performed for an audience. It can also be ceremonial, competitive or erotic. Dance movements may be without significance in themselves, such as in ballet or European folk dance, or have a gestural vocabulary/symbolic system as in many Asian dances. Dance can embody or express ideas, emotions or tell a story.
You don’t have to know about ballet to enjoy it, all you have to do is look at it. –Edwin Denby
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
–William Butler Yeats
In life as in dance: Grace glides on blistered feet. –Alice Abrams
Gymnastics, figure skating and synchronized swimming are sports that incorporate dance, while martial arts are often compared to dances. Motion in ordinarily inanimate objects may also be described as dances (the leaves danced in the wind).
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth heavens that glimmer around them in fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
Now silent, now singing and swaying and swinging, like blossoms that bend to the breezes or showers,
Now wantonly winding, they flash, now they falter, and, lingering, languish in radiant choir;
Their jewel-girt arms and warm, wavering, lily-long fingers enchant through melodious hours,
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire!
– Sarojini Naidu, Nightingale of India