The Twisted Dance

Isn't it strange how a twisted dance step that was scribbled on a dirty napkin has not become a choreographed dance step all the way down to the contorted expression found painted on ones face.

a dance step.....

• ballet as a furry of arms and legs running wildly across the stage?
• opera as a dramatic mad scene riled with insanity?
• stage as a death scene portrayed in a Shakespearean? 
• musical as a full body movement?
• broadway as a team of singers, dancers and actors?
• television as a multi-dimensional experience?
• radio as a command of voice for your feet?
• theatre as a physical, mental, emotional and spiritual practice?
• ceremony as a performance found behind a mask?

or perhaps just a dream that happened to be scribbled on a dirty napkin?

The Dream and Lie that never were.

Not knowing where one might be after the mist 

rises from the depths of the valley; 

it is here that I'm left pondering if my seeing 

what actually is there any better than the impenetrable lie that I keep close to my heart and hide in my mind. 

Do you hide and turn your face away from reality just so you can live in the bubble you call home?