I love Rumi on dance:
"Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free."
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense."
"What if our religion was each other? If our practice was our life? If prayer, our words? What if the temple was the earth? If forests were our church? If holy water- the rivers, lakes, and oceans? What if meditation was our relationships? If the Teacher was self-knowledge? If love was the center of our being?”
- Ganga White