Body Lines

Body Lines - that is ballet. That is dance. The body is the instrument. The body is the vessel. Ballet attire - leotard, tights - fitting like skin. Every line, every curve, every nuance. The beautiful body; human, animal, flesh, bone, sinew. Movement gathered. Movement projected.  Static and fluid. Never ending.

...there is only the dance

At the still point of the turning world. 
Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; 
at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. 
And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. 
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. 
Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, 
and there is only the dance.

T.S. Eliot  from the Four Quartets (Burnt Norton)