I feel his arm Lightly Over me. He takes one of my outstretched hands. Draws it beneath my stomach." One more time..." This is not sex, Not friendship. SomethingStrangeSpecialIn the stillness of his breath, The waterlike way he moves. He is making a dance. We are making a dance.
Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.
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Neil Gaiman
Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.
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Steve Maraboli
A fit, healthy body–that is the best fashion statement
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Jess C. Scott
Dance. Smile. Giggle. Marvel. TRUST. HOPE. LOVE. WISH. BELIEVE. Most of all, enjoy every moment of the journey, and appreciate where you are at this moment instead of always focusing on how far you have to go.
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Mandy Hale
To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little...
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Osho
More Quotes By Stasia Ward Kehoe
It is strange to hear my words Read back to me. I don't think I wrote them To have them ever leave the page. I think I only write What happens across my brain When my feet are too weary To dance anymore.
Do I dare ask him for what I want, As if I knew it, Could find it on some page In some chapter In some book?
Does it matter that people and things Have words, Have names? If not, Why read any book? A litany of useless letters Detached from bone, muscle. Or are words the only things that make the muscle, bone, memory, movement, Person Real?
Dare I tell them that since I came here to dance I have been giving pieces of my body away To ridiculous diets, To repeated injuries, To Remington?And that maybe I think With each bit of my body I lose a little piece of my...
I've a long time trying to lovea brother whose only way of touching me is pain. A long time escaping into music. Practice, lessons, rehearsals that protect mefrom the hurting parts of life. I've been winning awards, applause, acclaim for my trumpets since I was...
