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Dancing the Dream book. Read 80 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. The pop superstar presents a collection of twenty inspirational p. Dancing The Dream. Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of. MICHAEL JACKSON Dancing the Dream 1 Dancing The Dream Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the.
They saw oppression and terrorism in a far-off land, so they made war against it. Bombs reduced the country to rubble. Its population cowered in fear, and every day more villagers were buried in rough wooden coffins.
The years rolled by and they got old. Sitting in their comfortable houses, they took stock. Despite our best efforts, these problems will never really end.
They melt into the melody and flow with the rhythm. Something inside starts to unfold its wings - soon the child and the music are one. I feel that way, too, in the presence of music, and my best moments of creativity have often been spent with children. When I am around them, music comes to me as easily as breathing.
Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be? In wave after wave, Nature caresses you - the rhythm of each dawn and each sunset is part of you, the falling rain touches your soul, and you see yourself in the clouds that are playing tag with the sun.
To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. To feel each one, softly and attentively, brings out its music. Do you feel your music? Children do, but once we grow up, life becomes a burden and a chore, and the music grows fainter. Sometimes the heart is so heavy that we turn away from it and forget that its throbbing is the wisest message of life, a wordless message that says, "Live, be, move, rejoice -- you are alive! When I begin to feel a little tired or burdened, children revive me.
I turn to them for new life, for new music. Two brown eyes look at me so deeply, so innocently, and inside I murmur, "This child is a song. Look Again, Baby Seal One of the most touching nature photographs is of a baby fur seal lying on the ice alone. I'm sure you have seen it -- the picture seems to be all eyes, the trusting dark eyes of a small animal gazing up at the camera and into your heart. When I first looked at them, the eyes asked, "Are you going to hurt me?
Many people were touched by one baby seal's helplessness. They gave money to save the seals, and public awareness started to shift. As I returned to the picture, those two wide eyes began to say something different.
Now they asked, "Do you know me? But I realized that there was still a big gap. How much did I really know about life on earth? What responsibility did I feel for creatures outside my little space?
How could I lead my life so that every cell of living matter was also benefited? Everyone who began to wonder about these things found, I think, that their feelings were shifting away from fear toward more closeness with life as a whole. The beauty and wonder of life began to seem very personal; the possibility of making the planet a garden for all of us to grow in began to dawn. I looked into the eyes of the baby seal, and for the first time they smiled.
Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed. The image of one baby seal alone on the ice or one baby girl orphaned in war is still frightening in its helplessness. I realized that nothing would finally save life on earth but trust in life itself, in its power to heal, in its ability to survive our mistakes and welcome us back when we learn to correct those mistakes.
With these thoughts in my heart, I looked at the picture again. The seal's eyes seemed much deeper now, and I saw something in them that I had missed before: unconquerable strength.
I am life, and life can never be killed. It is the power that brought me forth from the emptiness of space; it cared for me and nourished my existence against all dangers. I am safe because I am that power. And so are you. Be with me, and let us feel the power of life together, as one creature here on earth.
Look at us again and again to see how we are doing. Those men who raise their clubs over you are also fathers and brothers and sons. They have loved and cared for others.
One day they will extend that love to you. Be sure of it and trust. Love Love is a funny thing to describe. It's so easy to feel and yet so slippery to talk about. It's like a bar of soap in the bathtub -- you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight. Some people spend their lives looking for love outside themselves.
They think they have to grasp it in order to have it. But loves slips away like that wet bar of soap. Let it fly when it wants. When it's allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. It's the juice and energy that motivates my music, my dancing, everything. As long as love is in my heart, it's everywhere.
There's a place in your heart And I know that it is love And this place could be much brighter than tomorrow.
And if you really try You'll find there's no need to cry In this place I feel there's no hurt or sorrow. There are ways to get there If you care enough for the living Make a little space Make a better place. Heal the world Make it a better place For you and for me And the entire human race There are people dying If you care enough for the living Make a better place For you and for me.
If you want to know why There's a love that cannot lie Love is strong It only cares for joyful giving If we try, we shall see In this bliss we cannot feel Fear or dread Then we just stop existing and start living Then it feels that always Love's enough for us growing Make a better world Make a better world.
Heal the world Make it a better place For you and for me And the entire human race There are people dying If you care enough for the living Make a better place for you and for me. And the dream we were conceived in Will reveal its joyful face And the world we once believed in Will shine again in grace Then why do we keep strangling life Wound this earth, crucify its soul Tho it's plain to see Heal The World The Elusive Shadow Even tho I traveled far The door to my soul stayed ajar In the agony of mortal fear Your music I did not hear Thru twisting roads in memory lane I bore my cross in pain It was a journey of madness Of anguish born in sadness I wandered high and low Recoiled from every blow Looking for that stolen nectar In my heart that long-lost scepter In all those haunted faces I searched for my oasis This world is heavenly We could be God's glow.
We could fly so high Let our spirits never die In my heart I feel you are all my brothers Create a world with no fear Together we'll cry happy tears So that nations turn their swords into plowshares We could really get there If you cared enough for the living Make a little space To make a better place Heal the world Make it a better place For you and for me And the entire human race There are people dying If you care enough for the living Make a better place for You and for me Heal the world Make it a better place For you and for me And the entire human race There are people dying If you care enough for the living Make a better place For you and for me Heal the world Make it a better place For you and for me And the entire human race There are people dying If you care enough for the living Make a better place For you and for me.
There are people dying If you care enough for the living Make a better place For you and for me For you and for me For you and for me For you and for me For you and for me You and for me You and for me 7 8 In a way it was in a drunken craze A cruel hysteria, a blurry haze Many a time I tried to break This shadow following me I could not shake Many a time in the noisy crowd In the hustle and bustle of the din so loud I peered behind to see its trace I could not lose it in any place It was only when I broke all ties After the stillness of the shrieking cries In the depths of those heaving sighs The imagined sorrow of a thousand lies I suddenly stared in your fiery eyes All at once I found my goal The elusive shadow was my soul.
The next morning the little fish woke up and remembered his dream. But as soon as he saw a large tuna swimming by, the little fish piped up, "Excuse me, but I'm thirsty.
And with a disdainful flick of his tail, he swam away. The little fish did feel rather foolish, but he had his orders. The next fish he saw was a grinning shark.
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Keeping a safe distance, the little fish called out, "Excuse me, sir, but I'm thirsty. Noticing a rather hungry look in the shark's eye, the little fish swam away quickly.
All day he met cod and mackerels and swordfish and groupers, but every time he made his short speech, they turned their backs and would have nothing to do with him. Feeling hopelessly confused, the little fish sought out the wisest creature in the sea, who happened to be an old blue whale with three harpoon scars on his side.
But the wise one stopped in his tracks. The little fish looked very surprised. So we blame Him and tell ourselves that He must have forgotten us.
Or else we decide that He left a long time ago, if He was ever around. Its soft beams push aside the curtains at night. I don't even have to see it -- a cool blue energy falls across my bed and I am up. I race down the dark hall and swing open the door, not to leave home but to go back into it. When did it start? I can't remember -- my body has always been moving. Since childhood I have reacted to the moon this way, as her favorite lunatic, and not just hers.
The stars draw me near, close enough so that I see through their twinkling act. They're dancing, too, doing a soft molecular jiggle that makes my carbon atoms jump in time. Moon dancing is slow inside, and soft as blue shadows on the lawn.
When the surf booms, I hear the heart of the earth, and the tempo picks up. I feel the dolphins leaping in the white foam, trying to fly, and almost flying when the waves curl high to the heavens. Their tails leave arcs of light as plankton glow in the waves. A school of minnows rises up, flashing silver in the moonlight like a new constellation.
I hear faint popping sounds -- a hundred panicky sand crabs are ducking into their holes, just in case. But I'm racing now, sometimes on my toes, sometimes running flat-out. I throw my head back and a swirling nebula says, "Fast now, twirl! This is my favorite dance, because it contains a secret. The faster I twirl, the more I am still inside. My dance is all motion without, all silence within.
As much as I love to make music, it's the unheard music that never dies. And silence is my real dance, though it never moves. It stands aside, my choreographer of grace, and blesses each finger and toe.
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I have forgotten the moon now and the sea and the dolphins, but I am in their joy more than ever. As far away as a star, as near as a grain of sand, the presence rises, shimmering with light. I could be in it forever, it is so loving and warm.
But touch it once, and light shoots forth from the stillness. It quivers and thrills me, and I know my fate is to show others that this silence, this light, this blessing is my dance. I take this gift only to give it again. As never before, I try to obey, inventing new steps, new gestures of joy.
All at once I sense where I am, running back up the hill. The light in my bedroom is on. Seeing it brings me back down. I begin to feel my pounding heart, the drowsiness in my arms, the warm blood in my legs. My cells want to dance slower. I turn the doorknob, panting lightly, glad to be tired. Crawling back into bed, I remember something that I always wonder at.
They say that some of the stars that we see overhead aren't really there. Their light takes millions of years to reach us, and all we are doing is looking into the past, into a bygone moment when those stars could still shine.
It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life. With a smile, I melt back into the music myself. Ecstasy I was born to never die To live in bliss, to never cry To speak the truth and never lie To share my love without a sigh To stretch my arms without a tie This is my dance, this is my high It's not a secret, can't you see Why can't we all live in ecstasy Ecstasy -- Ecstasy Why can't we all Live in Ecstasy.
Without a guilt, without regret I am here to forget Tainted memories of imagined sin In every friend, kith and kin We have come to celebrate here The getting rid of every fear Of every notion, every seed Of any separation, caste, or creed. This alienation, fragmentation, abomination Of separation, exploitation, isolation 9 10 This cruelty, hysteria, absolute madness This anger, anxiety, overflowing sadness Disrupted ecology, wanton destruction Diseased biology, nature's obstruction Endangered species, environmental pollution Holes in the ozone, defying solution Is not knowing the spark that lights my interior Is the same fire, glowing in every man, child, and mother superior We have come to celebrate here The getting rid of every fear Of every notion, every seed Of any separation, caste, or creed.
Feeling free, let us fly Into the boundless, beyond the sky For we were born to never die To live in bliss, to never cry To speak the truth and never lie To share our love without a sigh To stretch our arms without a tie This is our dance, this is our high It's not a secret, can't you see Why can't we all live in ecstasy Ecstasy -- Ecstasy Why can't we all Live in Ecstasy.
Enough For Today Dance rehearsals can go on past midnight, but this time I stopped at ten. I slipped on a windbreaker and headed down the hall. Running footsteps came up behind me. I was pretty sure who they belonged to. A dolphin had drowned in a fishing net.
From the way its body was tangled in the lines, you could read so much agony. Its eyes were vacant, yet there was still that smile, the one dolphins never lose, even when they die She put her hand lightly in mine. It's not just that I felt sad, or had to face the fact that an innocent being had died.
Dolphins love to dance -- of all the creatures in the sea, that's their mark. Asking nothing from us, they cavort in the waves while we marvel. They race ahead of ships, not to get there first but to tell us, 'It's all meant to be play.
Keep to your course, but dance while you do it. I can't keep the dance from being killed, but at least I can pause in memory, as one dancer to another. Does that make any sense? Probably we'll wait years before everyone agrees on how to solve this thing. So many interests are involved. But it's too frustrating waiting for improvements tomorrow.
Your heart wanted to have its say now. This simple goodness shines straight from their hearts. This has so much to teach. If a child wants chocolate ice cream, he just asks for it. Adults get tangled up in complications over whether to eat the ice cream or not. A child simply enjoys.
What we need to learn from children isn't childish. Being with them connects us to the deep wisdom of life, which is everpresent and only asks to be lived. Now, when the world is so confused and its problems so complicated, I feel we need our children more than ever. Their natural wisdom points the way to solutions that lie, waiting to be recognized, within our own hearts. Courage It's curious what takes courage and what doesn't.
When I step out on stage in front of thousands of people, I don't feel that I'm being brave. It can take much more courage to express true feelings to one person. He was always running away from danger. He often cried and shook with fear. But he was also sharing his real feelings with those he loved, even though he didn't always like those feelings. That takes real courage, the courage to be intimate. Expressing your feelings is not the same as falling apart in front of someone else -- it's being accepting and true to your heart, whatever it may say.
When you have the courage to be intimate, you know who you are, and you're willing to let others see that. It's scary, because you feel so vulnerable, so open to rejection. But without self-acceptance, the other kind of courage, the kind heroes show in movies, seems hollow.
In spite of the risks, the courage to be honest and intimate opens the way to selfdiscovery. It offers what we all want, the promise of love. Whatever you try to say about God, someone will take offense, even if you say everyone's love of God is right for them.
For me the form God takes is not the most important thing. What's most important is the essence. My songs and dances are outlines for Him to come in and fill. I hold out the form. She puts in the sweetness. I've looked up at the night sky and beheld the stars so intimately close, it was as if my grandmother had made them for me.
In that moment I saw God in His creation.
I could as easily have seen Her in the beauty of a rainbow, the grace of a deer bounding through a meadow, the truth of a father's kiss. But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God's creation embraces me. We are one.
The Last Tear Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. I waited hours, but you didn't return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration. I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness. I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair.
How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt! Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine. A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft fingers touched my cheek, and bent over for a kiss.
I tell them I just step into it. It's like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song. So I stay in the moment and listen. What I hear is never the same.
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A walk through the woods brings a light crackling song : Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and the beat of my heart holds it all together. When you join the flow, the music is inside and outside, and both are the same. As long as I can listen to the moment, I'll always have music. I began to tell one star from another and wished that one of them could be mine, like an imaginary friend.
First I picked the Pole Star, because it is the easiest for a child to find, once you know that the Big Dipper is about to catch it. But I wanted my star to be a moving star, and not such a constant one.
Besides, the sailors at sea would be lost without the Pole Star to guide them. Next I picked out two special stars in the heart of the Swan. All the other stars looked white - but these were bright blue and gold.
They reminded me of twin jewels, but before I could choose, I stopped. They belonged to each other, and it wouldn't be fair to take just one. Orion's belt caught my eye for a moment, but I'm not a hunter.
Review Text "We have lost a genius and a true ambassador of not only Pop music but of all music" show more. About Michael Jackson Michael Jackson was born in He made his musical debut aged 11 with his brothers as a member of The Jackson 5, his solo career began in and he was soon dubbed the 'King of Pop'.
He released thirteen number one solo singles and enjoyed sales of an estimated million records worldwide. His unique sound and style has influenced recording artists from all genres for generations and will continue to do so for many more years to come. Michael Jackson died, aged 50, on 25 June Rating details. Our customer reviews This book is a reprint made in , but still is fantastic. A piece that should have any Michael Jackson's fan.
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