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Today Deepak Chopra expressed something that was thought awakening (on twitter) @Deepak Chopra “Anger is remembered pain, fear is anticipated pain, guilt is self directed pain, depression is depletion of energy. Cure-return to love& joy” and @I replied: “ . . . & the conclusion would be: forget what pain is:D the absence & remembrance of & wish for the continuation of love & joy @DeepakChopra” later on I accepted a youtube friend request and in that youtube account I found a a poetic gem that reminded me of something. The youtube account (EmersonGene) uploaded a music video and a accompanying poem with the title: “Esmeralda's Dance by young Canadian composer (13)” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3R7l-_3EhdQ
I haven’t stopped listening to the piano music and the poem of this music video is:
“Dance Esmeralda, dance !
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Oh... beautiful Esmeralda,
Dance!
Behind your joyful dance,
you cannot hide the lamenting heart
And the agony of your "destiny".
No where to go, no one cares
and thousands fingers pointing at you.
Dance Esmeralda, dance !
And, let every one enjoy!”
. . . and I at once recalled what I ’ve written long time ago: In my pain I ‘ve been looking for beauty in art and in my art I found the beauty of pain. I also remembered(thanks to the help of the daily memory refresher @philo_quotes) a known quote, I smiled, a melancholic smile but with sparkly eyes : “acting is happy agony.” Sartre I remembered the pure, untouched innocence of that state of mind. What is pain? What is Love? What is extreme anger - Hate? What is pleasure? . . . and ah, memory is a roguish servant and loyal playmate of your whimsical or not free will.
Love and joy are not memories but a state of being. Be love and forget what you know. Love, be love, you are love. Don’t beg for spare change, dont beg for love. Love is not a deal, lve is not a bargain. Love is free, from everything and nothing.
Be love and do what you love doing, enjoy what you become while doing what you love doing and others (perhaps)will come, join the dance, be themselves together with you, trust you but let me whisper a secret in your ear: Don’t stop dancing because love will stop being love, you will stop feeling love and joy. What are you without love? But love is merciful, understanding. Love is not everything, love is everywhere you go, even in your dreams. Pay attention and don't imprison love inside your memories. Love is immortal, love is always here, always was and will be.
Don't ask for someone else's love. Don’t ask what is not yours to take, not even borrow. Dance the dance of your existence together with rest of the *whole* existence and you will be a consequence of your actions, the memories of your being inside your body and inside the hearts of those you touched, inspired. A part of the whole existence. You can only be love and inspire others. That is perfection, the easily forgotten perfection, the only true perfection.
Be
Essay by night soul woman
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Written on 2011-06-22 at 17:22
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