A poem by Michael Jackson? Really? Sorry, I want the full text!

"Dance? That? Dream Dance Poetry is a collection of poems published by MJ in 1992.

brief introduction

"Dream Dance Poetry" is Michael? Selected works of Jackson published by 1992. Michael dedicated it to his mother. What are the spiritual poems? Michael's voice. Michael writes very beautifully. After reading a paragraph, you will have new experiences and ideas. Reading them is as touching as we are in Michael's music. There are many color and black and white photos in this book. Elizabeth Taylor, the movie star? Taylor) wrote a wonderful introduction for it. Many people later recalled that when they read the poem to others, they all cheered in unison, attracting more people to become Michael? Jackson fans?

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"Consciousness is expressed through creation, and the world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the spotlight, but the dance stays. ?

"In many cases of dancing, I feel that I have touched something sacred. At those moments, my soul flew and became one with everything. I became a star, a moon, a lover and a loved one, a winner and a conquered, a master and a slave, a singer and a song, a knower and a knowledge. ?

"I continue to dance, the eternal dance of creation, and the creator and creation merge into complete joy. ?

"I continue to dance, dance ...? Jump, just jump ... dance. " ?

Michael Jackson?

"People asked me how to make music, and I replied that I just' stepped in' easily-just like stepping into a river and joining the current. There is its own song in the water all the time, so I will stay there and listen. " ?

Michael Jackson?

"Michael Jackson is actually loved by people of all ages all over the world, and it is an incredible power from an incredible energy source. In music art, he is a pioneer of high-quality production and high-level entertainment. What is a genius? What is a living legend? What is a superstar among superstars? Michael jackson.-yeah. Once you think you know him, he will give you more ... "?

Elizabeth Thai?

"Dance dream is my only translation. It is also a precious handwritten poem of Michael Jackson. ?

"You certainly didn't expect that under his" strange "appearance, he has such a slender and innocent mind. No matter how many controversial or even' illegal' things he has done, I at least believe that when he wrote these words, he longed for inner harmony. ?

"You can probably read that he was influenced by non-traditional religious metaphysics such as' new age thinking', and terms such as angel, love and light appeared frequently. It is not so much that he pretends to pack himself, but rather that he sees Michael's' although he can't come, his heart yearns for it'. " ?

——? Chen Lerong (Chinese translation)

Dancing? That? Dream?

Michael Jackson's spiritual adventure?

With all my love?

Put this book?

Dedicated to?

Mom?

Dedicated to Dipa?

Thank you for your encouragement and love.

I saw Michael Jackson?

Every time I hear the name Michael Jackson, I always think of outstanding talents, shining stars and deepest true feelings. I am sure that he is one of the most famous stars in the world and the most talented music composer in history. ?

What makes Michael unique is that he has never changed his love for others, his love for relatives and friends, and especially his love for children all over the world because of his achievements and applause. ?

I think Michael is like a litmus test paper, constantly absorbing and learning. He is so clever that it is sunny. He is also full of curiosity, trying to dig up treasures from those who survived and survived; He doesn't belong entirely to this planet. His heart is full of emotions to create a delicate, unique, naive and intelligent Michael Jackson. I believe Michael attracts everyone who is still childlike. It also has the naive temperament that we all want and have. ?

He has keen wit, cleverness and cunning-but it's a bit strange to describe him like this, because it reminds people of evil, but he is one of the least evil people I have ever met. He is the embodiment of honesty, which makes him miserable and vulnerable. He is so generous that sometimes there is only a little left to protect his beautiful inner self. This is where I love him so much and where the world recognizes him. ?

People who like Michael Jackson have no nationality or age. He is full of vitality and incredible vitality. As far as music itself is concerned, he is a pioneer of high-quality music production and high-level entertainment. What is a genius? What is a living legend? What is a superstar? The answer is Michael Jackson. When you think you know him, he will bring more ...?

I think he is one of the most perfect people on earth. In my opinion, he is the real king of pop music, rock music and soul music. ?

Elizabeth Taylor

Poetry Excerpts from Dancing Dreams and Poetry Talk

Earth planet?

Earth, my home, my residence?

The vagaries of the universe and the ocean?

Earth, are you just?

A cloud of dust drifted by?

A ball about to explode?

A piece of metal destined to rust?

A little entity in the unintentional void?

A lonely spaceship, a big asteroid?

Cold as a colorless stone?

Glue them together?

My intuition tells me that this statement is not true?

You are my sweetheart, gentle and sad?

Do you mind letting me have a part of you?

In my deepest feeling?

Gentleness caressed by the wind?

And musical energy, haunting my heart?

I feel it in my blood?

The mystery of the time corridor, the classic of history?

The song of life dances in my blood?

Dance to the rhythm of tides and floods?

Your hazy clouds, exciting storms?

Is it the wild wind and rain inside me?

I have tasted salty, bitter and sweet?

About every encounter, passion and temperature?

Your indulgent color, your aroma and taste?

Shocked me more than all the fastest things?

In a flash, in your beauty, do I understand?

What is eternal happiness?

Earth, are you just?

A cloud of dust drifted by?

A ball about to explode?

A piece of metal destined to rust?

A little entity in the unintentional void?

A lonely spaceship, a big asteroid?

Cold as a colorless stone?

Glue them together?

My intuition tells me that this statement is not true?

You are my sweetheart, gentle and sad?

Do you mind letting me have a part of you?

In my deepest feeling?

Gentleness caressed by the wind?

And musical energy, haunting my heart?

Earth planet, gentle and sad?

Love you wholeheartedly.

Pastime?

Once upon a time, there was a child. He's free?

He has a smile?

All natural laughter and games?

He won't be bothered by future thoughts?

All he sees now is beauty and love?

Does he know that his power is the power of God?

Is he sure people will call him eccentric?

These forces of innocence, compassion and light?

Threatening monks and causing panic?

They tried their best to cancel it?

This mysterious force that they can't control?

They tried everything to destroy it?

His pure faith, his infinite happiness?

Is his invincible armor blessed by God?

Don't touch anything, don't poison, don't shh?

This child will always be in grace?

Not limited by time or space?

He enjoyed himself in colorful dreams?

When he performs his duty, he will stay in the world forever?

Prophet to predict his future?

Some are fierce, some are bold and unrestrained?

Announce this child, this troublesome creature?

Unlike other parts of the world?

Is he real? Such a strange person?

His unpredictability is boundless?

Is it normal for him to confuse me so much? ?

What is his fate? What was his ending? ?

When they were whispering to each other.

Are you going to tire him out with endless rumors?

To murder his miracle and trample on it?

Burn his courage, ignite his fear?

Is the child still pure and sincere?

He just wants to be on a par with the mountain?

Painting the sky with clouds?

Beyond national boundaries, just want to fly?

In the creator's plan, he will never die?

Don't stop this child, he is everyone's father?

Get out of his way. He's part of God's plan, okay?

I am a child, but so are you?

You just forgot, you just lost the clue?

You have a prophet in your heart

He can hear what he is thinking.

A simple but surprisingly clear melody?

Are the notes of life so precious?

If you can watch it for a while?

The fire of the universe, this high heat?

Can you come and dance with me?

Light this fire, do we see it?

All the children on earth?

Weave their magic and give birth to one.

Free and painless earth?

A more sound world of joy?

Do you believe all this in your heart?

Just find the child, the child hidden in your life.

Born without my wings?

In August, I looked at the sky and covered my eyes with one hand. I pretended to be a falcon hovering on the hot vortex, flying higher and higher, and finally disappeared with an earth-shattering cry. ?

For a moment, I felt abandoned. "Why can you have wings without me?" I grieve, but my soul says, "the falcon way is not the only way." Your mind can be as free as any bird. " So I close my eyes and let my soul fly like a falcon, so that I can overlook the whole world. However, the problem came out. Why do I feel so cold and lonely? ?

"You have wings without me," my heart said. "What's the use of freedom without love?" So I quietly came to the sick child's bedside and sang a hypnotic song for him; He fell asleep with a smile, and then my heart took off to meet my soul as it flew around the earth. Now I am free and have love, but there are still problems. ?

"You gave birth to wings without me," my body said. "Your flight is like an elephant." So I went to find books that I had neglected before and read the deeds of saints who really flew in every era. In India, in Persia, in China and Spain (even L.A.! ), the power of the soul not only reached the heart, but even reached the cells of every body. "It's like being carried by a giant eagle," said Santa Teresa. "My ecstasy took me to the sky." ?

I began to believe in this amazing achievement. For the first time, I no longer feel forgotten; I am a falcon, but also a child and a saint. In my eyes, their lives are noble, and the truth is so profound in my heart: when all life is regarded as sacred, nothing will grow wings without me.

Healthy? Life? What? Dancing?

I can't escape the moon. At night, it nudges the curtain with a soft and beautiful light beam, and I don't even have to look at it-a cool blue energy hits my bed and I get up. I ran downstairs to the dark porch and opened the door, not leaving home, but "returning" home. "Moon, I'm coming." I shouted. ?

"Very well," she replied. "Now dance for us." ?

But my body jumped for a long time before she said anything. When did it start? I don't remember-my body kept moving. I have responded to the moon like this since I was a child, being her cherished disciple, not just her disciple; The stars attract me too, so close that I can see through their flickering behavior. They also dance and do some gentle molecular shaking to make my carbon atoms jump along. ?

I opened my arms, went to the sea and started another dance. The moon is dancing slowly in my heart, as soft as a blue shadow on the lawn. When the sea was rough, I heard the heartbeat of the earth and it accelerated. I feel dolphins jumping in the foam, trying to fly, and almost flying when the waves roll into the sky; Their tails draw an arc of light, just like plankton in the waves. A group of fish rises with the waves and shines on Yin Hui in the moonlight, like a new constellation. ?

"hey!" Hai said, "We are very busy now." ?

I ran along the beach, chasing the waves with one foot and dodging with the other. I heard a vague and broken song; Countless frightened sand crabs dive into the cave-just for example. But I'm running, sometimes on tiptoe, sometimes at full speed. ?

I threw my head back and a swirling nebula said to me, "Come on! Turn quickly! " ?

Grinning, I quickly lowered my head to keep my balance and started spinning as crazy as possible. This is my favorite dance, because it hides a secret: the faster I rotate, the less my inner body moves; My dance has no movement, but it is full of silence. I like it as much as I like making music. Music that is not heard will never die. Silence is my real dance, although it never moves; It stood by, my elegant dance teacher, blessing every fingertip and toe. ?

Now I have forgotten the moon and the dolphins, but I am still more immersed in their joy than before. As far away as a star and as close as a grain of sand, "existence" appears with flashing light. I can stay inside forever, it is so lovely and warm; But every time I touch it, I will emit a light from the silence, which will shock me and make me tremble. Only then did I know that my destiny was to show the world the silence, light and blessings hidden in my dance. I got this gift just to give it away. ?

"Come on, send it out!" That lamp is saying. ?

I tried to obey like never before. Invent new dance steps and new happy postures. Suddenly I realized where I was and ran to the mountain; The bedroom light is still on. Watching it can take me home. I began to feel my pounding heart, drowsiness in my arms and warm blood on my legs; My cells want to dance slowly. "Can we walk?" They asked, "It was wild just now." ?

"Of course," I smiled, slowing down and walking slowly. ?

I turned the door knob and gently took off my pants. I am glad that I am tired. After climbing into bed, I remembered something I've always wanted to know. They say that some of the stars we see overhead are not there, and their light will take millions of years to reach here. The only thing we do is to look back and enter the past moments when the stars were still shining. ?

"So, what is a star doing when it is not bright?" I said to myself, "Maybe it will die." ?

"Oh, no," said a voice in my head. "This star will never die. It just becomes a smile, the music that melts back into the universe, the dance of life. " I like this idea. It's my last thought after I close my eyes. With a smile, I got into my own music.

But? Heart? Say? "no!" ?

They saw poor people living in cardboard houses, so they tore down the houses and built them. Piles of cement and glass are placed in asphalt parking lots like towers. It doesn't look like home, even a broken cardboard home. "What do you expect?" They asked impatiently, "you are too poor to live like us;" You should be grateful until one day you can ask for more happiness, right? " ?

My reason says yes, but my feeling says no?

The city needs more electricity, so they found a mountain stream to store water. As soon as the water rises, dead rabbits and deer float on it, and the flightless chicks are also submerged in the nest, and the mother bird cries helplessly. "It's not a beautiful sight," they said, "but millions of residents can turn on the air conditioner all summer now. Isn't that more important than a mountain stream? " ?

My reason says yes, but my feeling says no?

They saw oppression and terror in distant land, so they went to war. The bomb razed the country to the ground and the people were in anxiety. Every day, more rural people are hastily buried in wooden coffins. "You must be prepared to make some sacrifices," they said. "If some innocent bystanders get hurt, isn't that the price one should pay for peace?" ?

Reason says yes, but emotion says no?

Time will kill people, and people are getting old. Sit in a comfortable home and count the accumulation of a lifetime; "We had a good time," they said. "There were no mistakes." The children lowered their heads and whispered, why haven't the problems of poverty, pollution and war been solved? "You will find the answer soon," they said. "Humans are fragile and selfish, so despite our hard work, these problems will never end." ?

Children agree with this statement, but when they look at their hearts, they will whisper, "No!" " "

What time? Baby? Son? Micro? Laugh?

When dreamers dream and kiss their lovers.

Rainbow weaves and renders its colors?

What brilliant and vivid moments were those?

Are we determined to take risks?

Going to the abyss?

Only at this moment are we willing to detain for a while?

It's the moment when babies smile.

At this moment, fate opened the door?

Nothing is impossible, we are all cured.

We can fly, we can fly.

Walking on fire, sailing in the clouds?

Among the twinkling stars?

Distance disappears, everything is within reach?

That was a naive deception?

In the light?

We want to stay for a while?

It's the moment when babies smile.

At that tender moment?

The sea view shines brilliantly?

The laughter of heaven echoed on the earth?

Are we all born again?

In infinite eternity?

With the love of an angel?

We play spin?

Playground for our souls?

Dawn or dusk?

Can we stay for a while?

When the baby smiles.

Those moments when we were one with God?

Everything is fine. Nothing strange?

In quiet meditation?

We feel perfect?

Are we a fountain and a cup tripod?

Nothing can hurt, because we are invincible.

No sin, no sinner?

We will only win, and we will only feel?

The light of blessing?

It will keep us afloat for a while.

Are those moments when babies smile?

The kingdom was overthrown and the class disappeared?

Civilization collapsed and passed down from generation to generation?

Heavy rain ravaged the sea?

Killing like crazy and ignoring our prayers?

But when children play, there will be flashes?

The tyrant cried, what is there to kill and abuse?

Fairy dances and goblins sing?

Everyone is crowned and everyone is king?

In god's garden?

We'll be happy for a while?

Just when the baby is laughing.

So the elephant moves forward ...?

There is a puzzling fact about elephants. In order to survive, they must not fall. Other kinds of animals can fall and get up, but elephants always stand upright, even when sleeping. If one of the elephants slips, it's over. It leans to one side and is crushed by its own weight. Although other elephants will come anxiously and try their best to help it stand up, it is of little use. After a slow gasp, the fallen one died. Other elephants stood around for a vigil and then set off again. ?

I learned this from nature books, but I wonder if they are correct. Is there any other reason why elephants can't fall? Perhaps, they decided this way; Never falling down is their task. In order to be the smartest and most patient animals, they made this promise together-several generations ago, at the end of the ice age, they crossed the surface in droves and caught the first glimpse of small humans sneaking around in the grass with hard spears. ?

"How scared and angry this creature is," the elephants thought, "but he will inherit this planet, and we are smart enough to see this. Let me set some examples for him. " ?

So the elephants put their big gray heads together and pondered, what kind of example can they set for mankind? They can let people know that their strength is much greater than his, which is beyond doubt; They can also get angry in front of him, which is earth-shattering enough to uproot the whole forest; Or they can completely scare people and destroy their homes by trampling on his countryside. ?

In extreme depression, wild elephants will do any of these things; But as a whole, everyone put their brains together and thought about it. They decided that human beings can learn the most from a relatively gentle message. ?

"Let's teach him our love for life," said the elephant. From that day on, the elephant became a quiet, patient and peaceful animal. They let people ride on it and serve like slaves; They allow children to watch them play tricks and laugh in the circus; Even left the African prairie where they once ruled and ruled forever. ?

But the most profound message conveyed by elephants is that they will never fall down. Because they know that to live is to move, day after day, year after year, all ethnic groups have to move forward, a group of weighty life will never stop lying down, an endless force for peace. ?

Poor old innocence! They never knew that one day they would be shot by countless humans. They will be destroyed by our shameless greed and fall into the dust. The biggest male elephants will suffer first, because their ivory can be used as trinkets; Next is the female elephant, because some people can have trophies, and the baby elephant will smell the blood of the female elephant and cry while running. These baby elephants won't live long after escaping the bullets. Quietly, without the care of their parents, they will surely die and become shining bones in the sun. ?

In many deaths, the elephant had to give in. All they can do is throw themselves on the ground-that's enough, without any bullets-and nature should give them the dignity to lie down and rest. But they still remember their ancestors' vows and agreements with us, those sacred agreements. ?

So the elephant went on, and every step was written on the dust: "Watch, learn and love" and "Watch, learn and love"-can you hear it? One day, when we are ashamed, 10,000 elephant souls who used to be the king of the grassland will say, "We don't hate you. Did you see it? " We are willing to fall, so that you lovely humans will never fall again. " ?

Michael, I ... Love? What about you? Forever ~