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Once there came to the court of the Prince of Birkasah, a dancer and her musicians. And she was admitted to the court. And she danced to the music of the flute, the lute and the zither. She danced the dance of flames and fire, and the dance of swords and spears, she danced the dance of stars and the dance of space, and then she danced the dance of flowers in the wind. When she finished she approached the Prince and bowed her body before him. The Prince bade her to come nearer and said unto her, “Beautiful woman, daughter of grace and delight, whence comes your art? And how is it that you command all the elements in your rhythms and your rhymes?” And the dancer came near and bowed her body again and said, “Gracious Majesty, I know not the answer to your questions. Only this I know: the philosopher’s soul dwells within his head, the poet’s soul dwells within his heart, the singer’s soul dwells about his throat, but the soul of the dancer abides in all her body.  – from The Wanderer by Kahlil Gibran

If your soul abides in all of your body, and you are just restless enough to spend your life on the road, you may be the magical, mystical, eternal dancer that Ratana seeks.