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Pattern of thinking. Talking. Pattern of living. Doing. I see same. Thoughts, actions, black, teal, more colors, and more thoughts. Intersecting.

Pattern in the pattern.

Programmed patterns coated with some new.

Mostly.

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Teaching is not about what you know.
It’s about what they have to know.
This mindset only comes when you know a lot.
That comes only from experience,
Of dance and life.
As they will apply dance to life.
And have the dance of their lives.

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I see,

Texture of mind, texture of life.

Is it worth connecting?

To you.

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What is dance?

Who decides that?

I’m curious. Really curious.

How do you escape decades of programming and find your meaning of dance? Just doing it differently is not finding it. Really living the search is what I’m thinking.

Living the search of dance. Search till the search becomes dance.

Experience.

The juice of the present moment is enough, and before you know it, the moment has passed.

Usually, overlapping with the previous is the next one. Even more juicier and richer. You’re riding it. Living it. Living this loop for life.

People, places…

Why miss when you can experience nowness.

Now. Wow.

Little did I know I will never go back.

“What happened?”—is everyone’s curious question.

I don’t know…I guess I just wanted to travel as usual.

Now I live in Goa.

“Wait! What! Where’s the in-between?”

What I actually want to share is…take more chances and break more patterns!

Being a dancer, getting a solo was my highpoint. You could be in a zone without matching up to anyone. Lose yourself truly as you were not part of the group.

I want to be solo. Very Solo. Solo dance. Dance solo.

Solo mind.

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Search till you find or search till searching becomes a habit.

Sounds easy. Isn’t it?
It could take a lifetime…

I’m looking for something perpetually. Looking to feel different. Search for ‘different’. Yes, that’s it!

Search that’s connected to the unknown. Love for the unknown. Addiction to the unknown.

What’s out there? How much is out there? What will I feel? How much will I feel? I have to start, start soon. Just go. Without any answers. I refuse to set out with answers. Explore what no one has. A way of life never seen before. Not the same. Never the same. It cannot be the same, right? There is no one like you. Thrill and the grill of the unknown is a necessity.

Unsafe is attractive now.
There will be no coming back. I know.
I want to be gone.
I want to be gone.

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Feel the silence inside.
As millions of thoughts you release into the ocean.
That’s the moment.
Where there is no hurry.
Nothing to prove.
Just freedom and rhythm.
Bringing yourself to your side.
Feeling your warmth for you.
Like hugging yourself.
The strength inside ever so softly, stretching and getting ready to support you.
Bowing to you and your existence is your breath.
Saying…
I love you.
I love you.