Amen

Not everything is to explained.
Words are limited entities.
Any verbal explanation is insufficient.
Words without emotion are merely sounds.
Sounds are an instrument like a drum waiting to be used by the hand whose soul is waiting to be heard.
The things that are known and have no need for explanation are life itself.

Life itself is that which cannot be named.
Life itself is that which cannot fit inside logic.
Life itself is that which can only be experienced.
Life is beyond anything that can be labeled, for only the tangible has an identifyable quality. Even a sweet emotion is palpable. The depth that is life is just that: too deep and too grand to be handled and presented in a package with a red bow. To taste just a glimpse of it is overwhelming enough. To know all of it is beyond imagination. It is beyond the standard perception.

Dance, I say, is the vehicle for the life within to begin to come forth, for in that moment, the mind and the body are no longer obstacles. They, too, become the vehicle. Suddently, a smile appears, arms become wings, and a glow arises. A tiny speck of life is known. It cannot be measured. It cannot be explained or recognized as familiar. It is beyond the mind. It exists as itself. It makes me see the possibility, as well as my unexpectedly good fortune.