Entranced. Dance.

The shaman is walking, will you remain seated? A static spectator?

The shaman is singing, will you remain mute? A silent observer?

The shaman is spreading colors across the canvas of the inner cave. Will you remain aloof? A distant critic?

When we simply peer at art, we stand apart. When we step forward, engage with an artwork, allow it to lead us, then we can be entranced - be given entrance to realms of infinite diversity and significance.

Or will you step forward to etch your own marks on the canvas, ride the song, bring your own voice to the music?

The shaman shows the way but does not lead. If you stand back, remain fixed and unmoved, then the shaman appears to walk for you. It is the grand contradiction of the teacher, for there can be no teacher: none can know your way.

Never follow in the footsteps of a shaman; only see the way they go and follow with your own two feet.

Your inner shaman is the en-trance, the gateway, the sliding scale into infinite mystery.

When we simply peer at art, we stand apart.

Enter. Dance.

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