I WAS A DANCER

I WAS A DANCER
“Who am I? I’m a man; an American, a father, a teacher, but most of all, I am a person who knows how the arts can change lives, because they transformed mine. I was a dancer.”

Monday, January 28, 2008

Poem of the Day

ZEN WINKS
by Hafiz
Everything is clapping today. Light, sound, motion. All movement.
A rabbit I passed pulls a cymbal from a hidden pocket and winks.
This causes a few planets and I to go nuts and start grabbing each other.
Someone sees this, calls a shrink.
Tries to get me committed for being too happy.
Listen: this world is the lunaticsphere.
Don't always agree it's real.
Even with my feet upon it and the postman knowing my door;
My address is somewhere else.

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