I.
Six dancers crouched down,
hands on the floor,
fingers spread like
starfish,
taking in the breath of life
together.
II.
Left legs are stretched out behind,
right legs forward.
"Hold a cantelope,
or a tomato
in your right hand.
Let it go!
Throw!
And let out the breath with
the harmonious sound
of lah..."
Singing "lah,"
six voices form a chorus
of soft sounds.
Then voices rise in a Zambian
chant:
"nah-ah-yay-yay..."
Chords integrate.
I concentrate
on the sounds
that merge into
fluid movement,
creating a blessing
for this place,
or anywhere, really.
The harmony is
this space.
"Your duty as a performer
is to connect."
"Nay-ah-yay-ah-yay."
The sacred sound
from the heart of Africa.
The benediction.
III.
Power.
And love.
Love the power.
"powerlove
powerlove"
give me power
and a love
a love
a love
a love
a love
that lasts.
IV. Class ends and I thank Raphel for allowing me to observe. I mention that I hadn't done my homework by reading about him, but he's unconcerned. He is Spanish, and gracious to allow a stranger in to experience his class. I have no context for what I have witnessed. But in time I will understand.
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