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Your old masters said;
The whole universe, infinite, vibrate within you;
The hundred school of thought,
The methods of government, war, and diplomacy;
the School of Law.
Taoism; seeking experimenting with the self and adapting it to the rhythm of nature.
Confucian and Taoist shifting with the music of nature.
Mohism and the idea of universal love
The Burning of the books and burial of the scholars by the first emperador
The suppression of freedom of speech (to be invented later prints) .
The infinite wall
The Wu Xing or the Five Movements;
Wood, fire, earth, metal, water; all are made of yin and yang in precise amounts.
That secret pentagon that time and his cycles have drawn
The structure of the cosmos; Mirrored in five phases:
Can you see the magic Flower?
There is a delicate Balance in the intricate movement of fire.
Geomancy
Oracle bones
Sun Tzu's and his Art of War,
The Chinese characters
I Chin and his cryptic hexagram, with a symbolic system used to perceive order in chaotic events,
The mythical Fu xi and the yellow river,
The feng shuim, the magic compass and the harmonic course of life-energy
The early instrument;
The Chinese astronomy and astrology,
The traditional Chinise medicine and music,
Military strategy and martial arts.
The magnetic river going through nature and mind
The powerful wizard from Magreb that in the book of one hundred and one night, arrive to China because he knows that there he can find the only one able to exhume the magic lamp, Aladin, and see the smoke become a genius as tall as the sky,
The world is made of correspondences, feels the wizard,
It is full of magical mirror where the small things are the key of the biggest.
In the Chinese calendar;
The sun is like fire
the moon like water.
The fire gives out light and the water reflects it
The armillary sphere and the music that sacred energy strike.
Laozi; author of the (Tao Te Ching)
The fire, the swords, the Dragons and Tigers.
The forgotten memory.
The secret mind.
All those things and thought had to be,
They had to be propitious to carry, in the course of time, your soul
Can you polish your mysterious mirror?
Let´s hear the echoes of your old master.
I ching- thought- in the dynamic balance of opposites;
The evolution of events as a process, and acceptance of the inevitability of change
Chuang-Tzu dreamed he was a butterfly and when He woke up he didn't know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi.
Laozi -said- The name that can be named is not the real Name;
Free from desire, you experience reality; Trapped in desire, you see only appearances.
Fu Hsuan, thought, Riches and honour are the handmaids of disaster
Takakusu, wrote, stop talking, stop thinking, and there is nothing you will not understand, pursue the light, and you will lose its source.
All are singing as moving music
They are dancing in the play of light and shadows, time and eternity
Heavy is the foundation of light.
Stillness is the source of movement. That is tao
They are talking, You can know the whole world without going out the door,
They are saying in secret tone;
Come into life, go into death.
Before you was born out of your mother, generations, thoughts, and an infinite civilization guided you,
Now you are visible,
in your place you stand with your robust soul.
and through your body, flows the universe.

Cuando el hombre ha intentado dar una explicación del mundo que lo rodea surge el mito como una imagen palpitante de nuestro estado, un movimiento, un dibujo que representa lo incierto, lo problemático y cómico de nuestro estado, y es en éste humor en que surge el baile, la representación móvil de lo eterno, una forma de sentir el mundo, un estilo del vida, un acto que sublima a unos hasta el éxtasis religioso y enloquece a otros tras el hechizo de sensuales pasos y el turbulento movimiento de caderas.
Desde los más remotos tiempos, a trevés de geografías, religiones y filosofías, la danza ha encantado los sentidos y la mente de los hombre, incluso ha trascendido la humanidad, ascendido hasta las esferas sagradas de los dioses como un acto divino que simboliza el movimiento de la creación, la preservación y la disolución; Un ordenado ritmo que crea y rige las cosas, ya que la danza es en su naturaleza una cosa rítmica y repetida que vuelve sobre sí misma. El baile es el cosmos; Música hecha carne .
Si echamos una mirada a la historia veremos como el baile fue concebido como un principio creador del universo. De la pre-historia se han encontrado pinturas rupestres de hace más de 12.000 años donde se representaba el baile como un ritual sagrado, que gobierna el movimiento de las nubes, los cambios de las estaciones y es una forma de comunicación del cuerpo con el mundo físico y el mundo espiritual, como también lo hacían los chamanes de las tribus Colombianas en el periodo pre-Colombino. En India, entre el movimiento sensuales de pies y caderas encontraremos bailando al rey de la danza, Shiva, el bailarín Cósmico, fuente de todos los movimientos del cosmos; las pulsaciones de la sangre, los ciclos de las mareas, el despliegue de las flores, las vibraciones de la energía y el movimiento de las estrellas surgen de su movimiento divino. El propósito de su danza fue pensado como un medio de liberar los hombres de la ilusión del yo que refleja el mundo físico, ésto porque la danza induce al trance, al éxtasis y la experiencia de lo divino y por consiguiente, a la revelación de nuestro lugar en el cosmos. Desde las antiguas civilizaciones; Egipto, Grecia, Roma hasta nuestra América, el baile ha sido un acto de creación y recreación, capaz de transformar nuestras vidas.
Pero dejemos por ahora la historia, el baile sigue formando parte de nuestras vidas así como lo hizo con nuestros antepasados, es algo vivo y en evolución. Vivamos el baile en vivo, tomémonos de la mano y bailemos entre todos, descendamos a la temperatura de las calles y de los cuerpos en movimiento, al son de la música veremos cómo las diferentes formas de bailar pulen el lente a través del cual vemos la ciudad que nos rodea, ya que éste es parte de nuestra identidad, pasión y expresión. La música es nuestro espejo, el baile es nuestro reflejo.
I am sitting on a mountain.
I am casting shadows into the sky.
I did not invite it but the sun has come
And is now playing tag with my feet.
I am whispering to clouds today,
“Watch out for my shoulders,”
For I wish no harm
To all my soft friends.
Where do you think you will Be
When God reveals Himself
Inside of you?
I was so glad to hear
That every pillow in this world
Will become stuffed with
My soul and beard.
I am sitting on a mountain range.
I am a precious body of living water
Offered to the earth
From Light’s own hands.
Why ever talk of miracles
When you are destined to become
Infinite love.
Still, the Final Grace was left:
For all of existence and Hafiz to blend
And to find that I am every pillow
Offering comfort
To each mind and
| TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise | |
| From outward things, whate’er you may believe. | |
| There is an inmost centre in us all, | |
| Where truth abides in fullness; and around, | |
| Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, | 5 |
| This perfect, clear perception—which is truth. | |
| A baffling and perverting carnal mesh | |
| Binds it, and makes all error: and, to KNOW, | |
| Rather consists in opening out a way | |
| Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, | 10 |
| Than in effecting entry for a light | |
| Supposed to be without. | |
II I knew, I felt, (perception unexpressed, | |
| Uncomprehended by our narrow thought, | |
| But somehow felt and known in every shift | 15 |
| And change in the spirit,—nay, in every pore | |
| Of the body, even,)—what God is, what we are | |
| What life is—how God tastes an infinite joy | |
| In infinite ways—one everlasting bliss, | |
| From whom all being emanates, all power | 20 |
| Proceeds; in whom is life for evermore, | |
| Yet whom existence in its lowest form | |
| Includes; where dwells enjoyment there is he: | |
| With still a flying point of bliss remote, | |
| A happiness in store afar, a sphere | 25 |
| Of distant glory in full view; thus climbs | |
| Pleasure its heights for ever and for ever. | |
| The centre-fire heaves underneath the earth, | |
| And the earth changes like a human face; | |
| The molten ore bursts up among the rocks, | 30 |
| Winds into the stone’s heart, outbranches bright | |
| In hidden mines, spots barren river-beds, | |
| Crumbles into fine sand where sunbeams bask— | |
| God joys therein! The wroth sea’s waves are edged | |
| With foam, white as the bitten lip of hate, | 35 |
| When, in the solitary waste, strange groups | |
| Of young volcanos come up, cyclops-like, | |
| Staring together with their eyes on flame— | |
| God tastes a pleasure in their uncouth pride. | |
| Then all is still; earth is a wintry clod: | 40 |
| But spring-wind, like a dancing psaltress, passes | |
| Over its breast to waken it, rare verdure | |
| Buds tenderly upon rough banks, between | |
| The withered tree-roots and the cracks of frost, | |
| Like a smile striving with a wrinkled face; | 45 |
| The grass grows bright, the boughs are swoln with blooms | |
| Like chrysalids impatient for the air, | |
| The shining dorrs are busy, beetles run | |
| Along the furrows, ants make their ade; | |
| Above, birds fly in merry flocks, the lark | 50 |
| Soars up and up, shivering for very joy; | |
| Afar the ocean sleeps; white fishing-gulls | |
| Flit where the strand is purple with its tribe | |
| Of nested limpets; savage creatures seek | |
| Their loves in wood and plain—and God renews | 55 |
| His ancient rapture. Thus He dwells in all, | |
| From life’s minute beginnings, up at last | |
| To man—the consummation of this scheme | |
| Of being, the completion of this sphere | |
| Of life: whose attributes had here and there | 60 |
| Been scattered o’er the visible world before, | |
| Asking to be combined, dim fragments meant | |
| To be united in some wondrous whole, | |
| Imperfect qualities throughout creation, | |
| Suggesting some one creature yet to make, | 65 |
| Some point where all those scattered rays should meet | |
| Convergent in the faculties of man. |