A dim light spinning around,
Feeling of emptiness,
We are thrown into the world.
What Heidegger once called:
Geworfenheit.
In a dancing class we are
Under wondrous guidance
Reaching harmony in motion,
Music spreading slowly
Into our souls.
A veil covers our bodies
Giving us confidence
Eyes closed while we dance alone.
Flow of being, internal,
What Jean Paul Sartre could call:
Being-for-itself.
Meanwhile some dancers, unveiled,
Keep their eyes open as
They are dancing for others
Showing the external self,
Being-for-others.
We feel the sweet melody,
Collective confidence is born
As we take turns switching from
Veiled to unveiled.
When dancing for yourself
You do little movements,
When you dance for others
You expand your body.
With the music slowly fading,
All the dancers awaken
Into a new state of awareness:
Being-in-itself.
This dancing class was
A beautiful microcosm.
Could our world ever be
As wonderful as that,
Could we ever quench
All thirst for power and greed
In search, instead,
For Love, Beauty
And Truth.
Being in the world.
© September 2016 Marta Pombo Sallés
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