It Is Not A Question

Dancing Of Late Years Has Been Degraded To The Narrow Limits And Low Professionalism Of Mere Mechanical Proficiency, Associated With The Most Frivolous... Phases Of The Stage. But This Day Is Fading...we Are Turning Our Gaze Inward, Learning To Seek There The Divine Sources Of The Dance, To The End That It May Flower Into New And More Glorious Forms Of Beauty And Wealth

You And I Are But Specks Of That Rhythmic Urge Which Is Brahma, Which Is Allah, Which Is God.

The Gods Have Meant That I Should Dance And In Some Mystic Hour I Shall Move To Unheard Rhythms Of The Cosmic Orchestra Of Heaven And You Will Know The Language Of My Wordless Poems And Will Come To Me For That Is Why I Dance.

It Is This Mission Of The Dancer To Contribute To The Betterment Of All Mankind.

I See The Dance Being Used As A Means Of Express What Is Too Deep, Too Fine For Words.