The Dance - It Is The Rhythm

Oh Woman, Come Before Us, Before Our Eyes Longing For Beauty, And Tired Of The Ugliness Of Civilization, Come In Simple Tunics, Letting Us See The Line And Harmony Of The Body Beneath, And Dance For Us. Dance Us The Sweetness Of Life. Give Us Again The Sweetness And The Beauty Of The True Dance, Give Us Again The Joy Of Seeing The Simple Unconscious Pure Body Of A Woman. Like A Great Call It Has Come, And Women Must Hear It And Answer It.

My Art Is Just An Effort To Express The Truth Of My Being In Gesture And Movement. It Has Taken Me Long Years To Find Even One Absolutely True Movement.

The Wind? I Am The Wind. The Sea And The Moon? I Am The Sea And The Moon. Tears, Pain, Love, Bird-flights? I Am All Of Them. I Dance What I Am. Sin, Prayer, Flight, The Light That Never Was On Land Or Sea? I Dance What I Am.

Any Woman Or Man Who Would Write The Truth Of Their Lives Would Write A Great Work. But No One Has Dared To Write The Truth Of Their Lives.

The Finest Inheritance You Can Give To A Child Is To Allow It To Make Its Own Way, Completely On Its Own Feet.