Dance: An art in motion

The abstract barefoot movement turning into rhythmic patterns
The hands outstretched in the eternity manifesting myriad shapes and forms
The mind so lost and at the same time so focussed...

An expression of the soul longing for the divine. A call of lover to romanticise. A drug to trip in ecstasy.
Its an outburst of emotions
Its a poetry, it's a prayer.
Its meditation, it's salvation.

Some call it dance but essentially it's an artist working on himself (art).
Be it a trance or an ethereal vocal
hypnotic illusion or a psychotic delusion
cheerful carol or a melancholic ballad
the soul, like a flowing river, forever rejoices.