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“Dance with the Wind — Photo-artistry by kenne
Dance with the Wind
I can’t remember the first time I was asked,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I do remember it was not the last,
each time dancing out whom I wanted to be.
Projecting an image,
more than motion,
more than a reflex,
it was a feeling
transformed in the act.
In my freedom of expression,
adults around me loved the movement,
reflecting an awareness of where I was,
often lost in their youth.
With age,
answering the question became more difficult,
movement losing feeling
as I went through the motions,
coming under the influence of a fashion,
unaware of the freedom
evoked by experiencing the feeling.
By way of schooling,
I learned the programmed dance steps.
The more I practiced the steps,
the better I dealt with the known,
ignorant of conventional limitations
being placed in the unknown.
Still, going through the motions
was not without the sound
of Mother’s words,
“always be yourself,”
playing in the background.
The music of these caring words
handing me a string to the kite of life,
without which I would not be able
to dance with the wind.
By hanging on to her lifeline,
I learned the wind was my friend,
forming a rhythm alliance,
enhancing my feeling for the dance.
Each step taping to the music,
dancing in the wonder of life,
gliding in the midst of reality,
the dance always being new,
personal,
alive.
— kenne
(A draft of this poem was first written December 2000.)
Dance with the Wind — Computer Art by kenne
Dance with the Wind
I can’t remember the first time I was asked,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I do remember it was not the last,
each time dancing out whom I wanted to be.
Projecting an image, more than motion,
more than a reflex, it was a feeling
transformed in the act of being.
In my freedom of expression,
adults loved the movement,
reflecting an awareness of where I was —
often lost in their youth.
As time went by, answering the question
became more difficult,
movement losing feeling
as I went through the motions,
coming under the influence of fashion
unaware of the freedom
evoked by experiencing the feeling.
By way of schooling,
I learned society’s dance steps.
The more I practiced each step,
the better I dealt with the known,
ignorant of conventional limitations
being placed on the unknown.
Still, going through the motions
was not without the sound
of Mother’s words;
“Always be yourself.”
playing in the background.
The music of her caring words
handing me a string to the kite of life,
without which I would not be able
to dance with the wind.
By hanging on to her lifeline,
I learned the wind was my friend,
forming a rhythm alliance,
enhancing my feeling for the dance.
Each step tapping to the music,
dancing in the wonder of life,
gliding in the midst of reality,
the dance always being new,
personal,
alive.
kenne
(A draft of this poem was first written December 2000.)
“Dance With The Wind” — Image by kenne
Dance with the Wind
I don’t remember the first time I was asked,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
However, I do remember it was not the last,
Each time dancing out who I wanted to be.
The image of my being transformed through the movement,
More than motion, more than a reflex, it was a feeling.
In my youthful freedom of expression, adults loved the movement,
An awareness of freedom often lost in their youth.
With age, answering the question became more difficult,
Movement seemed to lose feeling as if going through the motions.
I became more under the influence of fashion,
Unaware of the freedom evoked by experiencing the feeling.
Through schooling, I mastered well the steps of the dance,
With each step, my field of vision became narrower.
The more I did the steps, the better I dealt with the known,
Unaware of self-imposed limitations placed on the unknown.
Going through the movement was not without the guiding music of my
Mother’s words, “…always act with class,” are playing in the background.
The music of these caring words handed me a line to the kite of life,
Without it, I would not be able to dance with the wind.
Doing my best to hang on to the lifeline,
I soon learned the wind was my friend.
Without an alliance with the wind, the music
Was diminished of any feeling for the dance.
By maintaining an alliance with the environment,
Every step in the dance is in movement with the music of life.
Once again, others can see the feeling of movement,
Living the purpose of life through becoming.
Becoming is understanding the essence of being,
Dancing in the wonder of things all around,
Moving in the midst of existence,
The dance always new, personal, and alive.
— kenne
(A draft of this poem was first written December 2000.)
