The dance of the jungle, the dance of the waves, the dance of the stars, the monkey’s dance, the elephant’s dance, the dance of the toddler that is the dance that a Rumi loves.
When a movement, when an action arises from nothing in particular, then it is called dance.
Dancing emerges from nothingness.
Perfection is not something that you aspire for or wait for. Perfection is not the opposite of imperfection. If perfection to you is the opposite of imperfection, if perfection for you is the end of imperfection or the transcendence of imperfection, then you can keep waiting for perfection as long as time lasts. Perfection is there in the middle of imperfection. In life as it is, nothing that appears, nothing that happens would ever be perfect. Now that can either make you cringe, or you can still dance in the middle of the disorder.
To dance in the middle of the disorder you must be able to look at the essence of things directly. Things are imperfect, their essence is perfect.
Imperfection if seen from the heart, if seen from clarity, itself shines as perfection.
Dance in the middle of chaos. Dance in the middle of deprivation. Dance in the middle of death and destruction. Dance exactly when there is no reason to dance.
When Shiva dances the world collapses.
Real dance then is so similar to madness.
Stay with the truth and know that the world, the situations, howsoever good or bad they are, are nothing but an expression of the truth.
The existence of a thing indicates truth. The existence of the opposite of that thing also indicates the truth.
In imperfection lies great beauty.
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