A Dance

[Guest guest]

Hi,

 

A dear friend writes of "Sandeep"

 

"patiently

I watch him sleep

waiting

to sing, to dance, to remember"

 

And so a dance enfolds;

 

A dance comes into existence because a dancer is dancing.

A dancer is a dancer because a dance is getting enacted.

Where does the dance start and the dancer end?

Where does the dancer start and the dance end?

Where is the separation between the two, the dance and the dancer?

 

Now in a normal dance, the depiction of the story through the dance, the

myriad relationships and the gamut of emotions in these relationships and

the various events interwoven into the story being enacted out through the

medium of dance, suggests a limitation, a staticity.

 

There is a script and even though there might be a myriad of complexities,

all these nuances are still bound within the limitations of the script.

 

Imagine a wand is waved, "hey presto" and forgetting takes place

 

Forgetting that I am, all the characters, all the roles.

 

And the "manifestations", the characters both so called animate and

inanimate, within the dance, become, as if they themselves are dancers in their

own right

following as if they have in essence "free will" and thereby enacting their own

little

dance-drama.

 

Just like fractals, where the structure of ingredient constituents, mirrors the

structure of the whole.

 

And hence an infinite complexity of fractals dancing away, fractals within

fractals, within fractals,

 

interwoven, interrelated, interconnected eternal

 

movements and swaying , each sentient being thinking it is the subject of all

that it cognizes,

 

forgetting that it is itself nothing but a cognized object.

 

Imagine the billions and zillions of movements, as a play, a Leela.

 

And that, in essence there is no movement.

 

Paradox?

 

Look at a rock.

 

Within it, at the ionic levels of quarks and bosons, there are billions of

movements taking place within a rock.

 

At the consciousness of that "particle" if you proposed that despite all the

hoopla-hoop nothing is moving, the "particle" would laugh at you, maybe even

stone you to death for the language of blasphemy, used.

 

And yet at the level of consciousness of a rock, nothing really moves, even

though this level of consciousness is "made up" of zillions of movements.

 

It is the very "pattern" of these zillion movements which lend the "no-movement

solidity" to the rock.

 

 

 

Ladeeeee Daaaaa Deeeee

 

 

Sandeep