Dance of Divergence #1140

Dance of Divergence In the hallowed halls where ballet reigns, Precision carved from discipline’s chains, Masters of form, of poised leaps and lands, A world ruled with an iron wand in hand. Across oceans wide, in a softer light, Korean dance blooms under the moon’s night. No harsh lines here, no mirrors to please, Only the freedom of the spirit's breeze. Ballet, a dominant force far and wide, In art and creed, its doctrines preside. A training ground, much like for a beast, Where the unnatural forms never cease. Yet, in the pulse of the Korean air, Dance is a gift all can freely share. Heels grounded firm, bodies swaying free, In joyful sorrow, they move truthfully. The stark halls of ballet demand the grand, A spectacle like fountains on command. But not all can wield such costly displays, Where the soul of dance in mechanics sways. Korean rhythms beckon every heart, To move, to express, to play their part. Without the weight of perfection's demand, They dance by the heart, by the soul unmanned. In this dance of life, two paths unfold, One of control, the other uncontrolled. Each a choice of how we choose to move, In the rhythms we embrace, in the grooves we prove. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 8, 2024)