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May 5, 2004 by RAD_RADIAC
DANCING LIFE Whenever I feel that I have succumbed to the dull patterns of everyday life; that I have forgotten to live, I drop everything and dance, play the music within, abandon existence. We often find ourselves trying too hard in seeking after for the basic necessities of life that we fail to attend the necessities of the soul. Dancing life is not difficult. Its like pausing a minute and feeling breathing; feeling the presence of air that you could not see, feeling the passing of time...
May 5, 2004 by RAD_RADIAC
DANCING LIFEWhenever I feel that I have succumbed to the dull patterns of everyday life; that I have forgotten to live, I drop everything and dance, play the music within, abandon existence. We often find ourselves trying too hard in seeking after for the basic necessities of life that we fail to attend the necessities of the soul. Dancing life is not difficult. Its like pausing a minute and feeling breathing; feeling the presence of air that you could not see, feeling the passing of time tha...
May 5, 2004 by RAD_RADIAC
DANCING LIFEWhenever I feel that I have succumbed to the dull patterns of everyday life; that I have forgotten to live, I drop everything and dance, play the music within, abandon existence. We often find ourselves trying too hard in seeking after for the basic necessities of life that we fail to attend the necessities of the soul. Dancing life is not difficult. Its like pausing a minute and feeling breathing; feeling the presence of air that you could not see, feeling the passing of time tha...
May 5, 2004 by RAD_RADIAC
DANCING LIFE Whenever I feel that I have succumbed to the dull patterns of everyday life; that I have forgotten to live, I drop everything and dance, play the music within, abandon existence. We often find ourselves trying too hard in seeking after for the basic necessities of life that we fail to attend the necessities of the soul. Dancing life is not difficult. Its like pausing a minute and feeling breathing; feeling the presence of air that you could not see, feeling the passing of time...