We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust... The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance.
When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
The lunar cycle within the solar season: that kind of syncopated rhythm is what life relates to.
The Gods on the death of his wife Yang Kai-hui I lost my proud poplar and you your willow As poplar and willow they soar straight up into the ninth heaven and ask the prisoner of the moon, Wu Kang' what is there. He offers them wine from the cassia tree. The lonely lady on the moon, Chang 0, spreads her vast sleeves and dances for these good souls in the unending sky. Down on earth a sudden report of the tiger's defeat. Tears fly down from a great upturned bowl of rain.
And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.
When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.
The magnificent cosmos is a palace that has the sun and the moon as its lamps and the stars as its candles; time is like a rope or ribbon hung within it, on to which the Glorious Creator each year threads a new world.
Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.
My favorite thing to see that I've been surprised at is watching the moon rises and moon sets that just move so fast it's like it jumps off of the horizon and up and over us.
When I die I'm going to dance first in all the galaxies...I'm gonna play and dance and sing.
Love is the song of the soul singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets - sun and moon lit
Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come. (Moon Called)
The moon has become a dancer at this festival of LOVE.
