Tango-Poet

Our Path   Our path is not paved. Our way is not smooth or fast. No future destination awaits us. We arrive with each step. We are but two souls of many, Who have rounded these stones. Traveling together reminds us, We were never apart. And who will lead us on this path? Listen to the Voice of Music. She tells us how to arrive with each step.    Photo credit:  Mark Word. Garden at Ft. Belvoir's hospital. Facebook Tango-Therapist page

At times . . . The thinking animal cannot think, The speaking animal is speechless; The feeling animal, numb; The planning animal, hopeless. Then our emotions pour out into raw dance When the music forces us to tell our stories Of joy or sadness, Sanity or madness, Love or hate, Fortune or fate, Spiritual insight or Eros's delight, Then we dance . . . Because we, the animals who think , At times have no words To tell our stories. So we dance. Photo credit

I cannot compete with the best dancer. He embodies the music better than I, His embrace fits more nicely to my partner. His movements are excitingly new, And hewn from years of experience. But he cannot compete with me: My soul and hers dance to the music of love.

T he torment of a musician is that he strums out his heart so all can hear his soul. The torment of an artist is that no one knows the water colors were from her tears. The torment of a dancer is the horror of the cliff, merely the edge of the stage. Then there is tango--a torment-less duet of music-that-is-dance, an embrace of two. Meet the dancer