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a friend just shared this with me.
it was written eight years ago,
but yet it seems timeless, just like him.
~~enjoy~~
A Message from Kazuo Ohno on International Dance Day in 1998:
A Message to the Universe
On the verge of death one revisits the joyful moments of a lifetime.
One's eyes are opened wide-gazing into the palm, seeing death, life, joy and sorrow with a sense of tranquility.
This daily studying of the soul, is this the beginning of the journey?
I sit bewildered in the playground of the dead. Here I wish to dance and dance and dance and dance, the life of the wild grass.
I see the wild grass, I am the wild grass, I become one with the universe. That metamorphosis is the cosmology and studying of the soul.
In the abundance of nature I see the foundation of dance. Is this because my soul wants to physically touch the truth?
When my mother was dying I caressed her hair all night long without being able to speak one word of comfort. Afterwards, I realized that I was not taking care of her, but that she was taking care of me.
The palms of my mother's hands are precious wild grass to me.
I wish to dance the dance of wild grass to the utmost of my heart.
it was written eight years ago,
but yet it seems timeless, just like him.
~~enjoy~~
A Message from Kazuo Ohno on International Dance Day in 1998:
A Message to the Universe
On the verge of death one revisits the joyful moments of a lifetime.
One's eyes are opened wide-gazing into the palm, seeing death, life, joy and sorrow with a sense of tranquility.
This daily studying of the soul, is this the beginning of the journey?
I sit bewildered in the playground of the dead. Here I wish to dance and dance and dance and dance, the life of the wild grass.
I see the wild grass, I am the wild grass, I become one with the universe. That metamorphosis is the cosmology and studying of the soul.
In the abundance of nature I see the foundation of dance. Is this because my soul wants to physically touch the truth?
When my mother was dying I caressed her hair all night long without being able to speak one word of comfort. Afterwards, I realized that I was not taking care of her, but that she was taking care of me.
The palms of my mother's hands are precious wild grass to me.
I wish to dance the dance of wild grass to the utmost of my heart.
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Re: a message from kazuo ohno
Sun, October 15, 2006 - 10:28 AMthank you for this post.
Ohno's 100th birthday is this month.
i was blessed to be with him on his 97th...
this daily dancing of the soul.
he is.
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another ohno gem unearthed
Mon, November 13, 2006 - 7:33 AMa couple nites ago, i was out in the city, searching for something to read with a cup of lentil soup. i picked a random mag lying discarded on the sidewalk entitled 'kyoto journal'. i sat down and opened the mag straight to an article on kazuo ohno. this was incredibly supersynchronic for me personally, but that's besides the point.
below are some of the words he shares with us --
"i'm not the only one who has ever existed; our ancestors haven't just died and vanished into oblivion. we're not the fountainhead of our creative powers. down through the ages our ancestors' emotions and ideas have accrued and ingrained themselves in the imaginations of each successive generation. that's why whenever we start to unravel the threads of life's tapestry, we ultimately reach the creation of heaven and earth. each thread leads us deeper into the past. don't we dream? we certainly do so. do our dreams explore only finite experiences? and what about children, whose dreams do they dream? our dreams not only unveil the world we've known from birth, but also the long period stretching back to the genesis of the earth. our progenitors densely inhabit our souls"
"there's an infinity of ways in which you can move from that spot over there to here. but do your movements allow us to feel your spirit? have you figured those movements out in your head? or are we seeing your soul in motion? the essential thing is that your movements, even when you're standing still, embody your soul at all times."
"we don't get anywhere by remaining continuously on the move. at some stage along the way we need to stop and rest. once we do so, a tiny hut unexpectedly appears from out of nowhere, a sanctuary in which we can refresh ourselves and take stock of our lives. there's no need to continue without rest. what's to stop us from just standing still by the side of the road for a while? as human beings, we don't grow while on the move, but during those dreams we inhabit as we stop and rest for a while. isn't it at such times that our souls evolve?"
