The Sphere Itself:

The sphere has been one of my great teachers and friends. If one seeks a more vivacious existence, observe the sphere alone and you may learn much.

It will stand serene and shining... waiting patiently for the next beautiful adventure. It is a beacon of kinetic energy. A content mirror for the outside world.

If some force of the universe gives some modicum of it's energy to the sphere, off it goes... It rolls, as it rolls it effortlessly forsees the flow of destiny and in harmonized motion it follow the chaotic contours of whatever surface it encounters.

It adapts to the good and the bad equally. A witness to them being instruments in the same orchestra. It tastes the flavor of each. If it plummets from a foreboding height, it bounces! Though it may be scratched, it emerges from injury moving at a more energized pace. It does not linger in the cauldron of pain and destruction. It appreciates destruction as the fiendishly painted mother of a creative new reality. It rushes eagerly into an infant sea born of the galaxys ever-morphing imagination.

The Sphere and a Human:

In order to sphere dance a wonderpiece of movement you must treat the sphere with focused reverance. You must fail to take for granted even one cell of your body's contact. Cradle it in your transforming embrace like a lover. Once nestled in love the sphere stays relatively constant in it's physical nature. Through this consistency it teaches us to love and embrace change. Life and change share a symbiotic bond. Without change it would be improbable to notice that you are alive. Without life there would fail to be spunky philosophical beings such as myself to be conscious of change and thus think it into existence. Those who fear and fight change are the handmaidens of death and as death is merely a form of change, they are only fighting with themselves. If one immerses themselves in the waterfall of change, their soul will vibrate in harmony with the universal note and being becomes an unplanned wonder drizzled story..

When your whole body works as one with the sphere, ..Sometimes you will manipulate it's flow and sometimes it will manipulate yours. Quickly it will show you which parts of your physical body you are well aquainted with and which ones you have taken for granted. Let go of yourself, clear your mind of prejudice-tainted wordly thoughts, and surrender yourself as a grateful instrument of destruction-laced creation and you will unconsciously rip blinding art from the very fabric of the void... Sometimes the art will stay with you, begging in it's beautiful vanity to be painted within the universal canvas over and over. Yet, if it seems to have sunk resolutely back into the dark waters of nothingness, refrain from fretting. Like a flower that blooms alone in the vast abyss of space.. Although never a being may ever see or affirm it's beauty, There is no shadow cast on it's life.

Final Thought:

True, infatuated love for an object, creature, or manifestation tattoos your soul on the eternally gasping breast of pure beauty.