Tango-Poet

Why souls come back to earth As spirits, mortals call us the Kissing Nebulae from the far reaches of the universe. We have no reason to look back and wish for the suffering of incarnation. But given the chance to dance once again, you and I take it, like children ready to play. Our first moments remind us of the simple things of incarnation--to feel breath again, To feel the earth under our feet, to see only with eyes, hear only with ears. The music starts and our first song of the tanda is the embraced breath-dance of two bodies. Then we move, now as an incarnation of the music like never before on earth, perhaps? Each note and phrase impels us to do their bidding. We do not have to know the music. The music knows us . We were music’s instruments to play as Music directs. I feel your body against mine as it warms from our dance of grace. Did I ever notice how wondrous this was as I once lived an embodied life? How I wish I could tell those young souls dancing near

When we dance we remember In the beginning when the human spirit was One She did not know that she was alone. She would would watch the sun rise and set And her heart filled with Eros-Love in the ecstasy Of all of her senses, of each beauty-of-the-moment. She ran with the animals on earth and laughed out loud. They knew her Love as their loyal friend's open heart. She ran with them as their dance of tandem oneness. She felt the love of family as she came to know All the seasons on earth, all the spirits of animals. All the earth became her friend and it hers. Then she came to love for no reason except love itself was lovely. Her Agape-Love was so large that the clouds opened, Raining the Human Spirit upon earth, millions of drops. Human Spirit was cold and naked and alone, but found her warmth In bringing together all four loves, she knew again she was One For when love was One, she too was One: One love of beauty, included One love of friends, included One love of

Elvina and Allan’s wedding day, 16 October 2016 It Takes more than Two Takes two, to dance the dance of love and life. But the orchestra’s rhythm guide four feet. The music makes you move and joins your pulse; The love around you is that tango beat. A husband’s wise who leads to follow; A gentle wife will follow to lead the heart In a tandem life with di Sarli or Caló. “Takes two,” you say, “to tango”! It’s just the start. Your dance we watch in awe of synchrony. Of Yin in play with Yang —no questions asked Of who takes charge—complex in simplicity—Both guide the love that dances slow then fast. And through the years, your dance will have us say You dance as if forever and a day. Elvina and Allan’s wedding day, 16 October 2016

Once  when the world was inhabited by Archetypes, Music , incarnated as a man and woman , were without children. Music  adopt two mortal children who had never heard them sing. Upon hearing   harmony, they spontaneously become the incarnation of  Dance . The children , although not instructed on how to dance, embodied dance. One day the children sing and clap for Music , compelling them to dance. Music is reminded that they once were children, incarnations of  Dance . The children watch in awe.  Tango was born that day:  Music becoming childlike. When Music  becomes  Dance , the two unite in a synchronized, spontaneous embrace. This is the circle of life.  Music to Dance.  Dance to Music.  Music becoming Dance. This is the beginning and end of all things. Note: I was once a musician.  I became a dancer, which only reminded me of my childlike state.  When the music begins, it fills my body and takes over my soul to do things that I have never done before, nor what I ever have

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